The Simple Pleasures of Life

Traversing down the Kepong Highway, gambling our lives on the newly reopened MRR2 with my best bud and his girlfriend in the car heading towards Ulu Yam, its the simple things like this that are truly memoriable. I've always believed that you dont need a fancy holiday with big extravagant resort hotels, or spend hundreds of ringgit to enjoy yourself just as long as you know how to appreciate the moments that go by. This i call the simple pleasures of life...

Of course with simple pleasures comes irritation n wastage of petrol too. What was supposed to be a short half hour drive turned out into nearly an hour and a half all because the organiser failed to get directions before the trip. To quote his words, 'Haiyah no need to ask la, we'll know it when we reach the place'. Well we did indeed find the place, parked the car, stepped to the entrance of it, only to decide that well, it isnt that place. And so we drove on, deciding that it was perhaps just alittle further.

Well just a little further turned to be really far n heading for nowhere. To be honest, the no signal that popped up on all three of our handphones should have been an indication that perhaps we were going the wrong way. Nooo...we all took it as a sign of seclusion and probably in each persons mind thought of discovering a 100 ft waterfall with pristine lakes, maybe an ancient artifact or two littered on the forest floor with huge trees towering over us, shading the forest bed with its gigantic canopy. I just wondered if my 0.9 megapixel handphone camera would take clear enough pictures if we stumble across Bigfoot.

In the end, we came across a spot with coverage n decided to call before we moved forward anymore and came closer to ancient civilization and discovering extinct species. Obviously from his look i knew it had to be the very first camp site we came across on our way here...i mean come on, not the first time something stupid like this has happened before. So turning around and heading back for it we managed to spend about another hour just lazing about by a miserable stream as we just talked and joked. Did i mention that there was some kind of military camp just next to us? Well yeah there was, probably training to hijack a plane and crashing it into some other monumental building, the usual stuff no biggie.

All in all, the trip was alright i guess. Nothing spectacular about the place, but i guess its the company that counts. Like they say, sometimes its not the destination that matters but the journey itself.