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Lake Kenyir

If you have just tuned in, this post is a sequel to my previous two posts – An Inter-state Solo Ride to the North East and Driving On : Jeli and Kota Bharu.

The road trip from Kota Bharu to Lake Kenyir took longer than I had expected. I called to a Kenyir Eco Resort, the very first name of resort that came up when I googled “Accomodation at Lake Kenyir” (or something) and the owner offered to give me a room for RM250 per night. He said something about floating resort, so I really thought it was one of those houseboats that I knew were quite popular at Lake Kenyir. Then as I wheeled off further and further towards and later into the state of Terengganu, it suddenly came to me what if there’d be no food at the boathouse – or that I’d be there too late into the evening when the kitchen was already closed, or there was no (open) grocery store at the lake from where I could buy some food at least to get me through the night.

I tried to find somewhere where I could stop to buy some food but all the shops that came around seemed to be close. Then it came to me that it was a Friday – which is kind of a weekend break for the states of Kelantan and Terengganu. It was quite a relief when I finally found a 7-11, and I didn’t hold back on the food. In fact, I was quite sure they’d get me by for at least a week.

It must be around four in the evening when I finally arrived at the jetty. The parking area was huge and largely unoccupied, probably because the whole country was still struggling to recover from the pandemic. My eyes were instantly caught by the newly built bridge that provides easy access from the mainland to Poh Island – one of the so many islands all over Lake Kenyir. It was so new it was not even open for public use yet.

The parking area was huge, and was largely unoccupied. I parked my car and headed straight down to the jetty where a boat from Kenyir Eco Resort was waiting to take me across the lake – to the floating Kenyir Eco Resort itself. There was some kind of great feeling to be cruising across an open lake. And the air was so fresh, refreshing and somehow – liberating.

Kenyir Eco Resort that I found out was more of a cluster of floating cabins. They were almost wholly painted in pink – which gave the resort some striking presence amongst the greenery and dark blue waters. I didn’t see it as a resort – not quite – but more of a cabin chalet. I was there on the very first day of Terengganu’s re-opening of its leisure and tourist spots to public so I had the resort all to myself!

The room was spacious, at least for somebody who was there all by himself. After all, it was meant to accommodate up to 4 people. In the middle of the cabin cluster was a pair of netted enclosures, probably intended for fish cage farming. Of course, the central part of the cluster is the dining area when I’d have my meal served 3 times a day – all included in the fee. The cluster is connected to the land by a floating walkway so I could always go back to the land whenever I wished to.

The resort was operated by a local Malay guy. He was helped by young lady – who he introduced as one of his three wives. They had a male worker who was paid to take care of all the handy chores.

My whole stay at Kenyir Eco Resort was very much relaxation-oriented. I spent most of the time slouching on a chair, either reading a book or staring away at the serenity of the lake. Sometimes either the resort operator or the worker would come to have a chat with me. In their excitement to have a fresh conversation with somebody new – an opportunity that they have probably been deprived of since the pandemic began – our conversation would drag on longer that I had wanted to every time.

I actually enjoyed the me-time very much that I decided to stay longer at the resort than I had intended to. I took time to make my way off to the land and visited a waterfall as per recommended by the resort operator. What I thought would be a walk in the park turned out to be more adventurous than I had expected. Getting off the floating walkway, I was instantly serenaded by the beauty of the lake as I looked down from a high standing point. It really was breath-taking.

I went uphill along an asphalt road, until I found a sign post that marked the beginning of the trail to the waterfall. It really was quite a hike from there on, up a concrete walkway with rest huts in places. The place looked so abandoned, probably because it was hardly visited by the public since the movement control order was enforced. Leaves were strewn all along the walkway and man-made trash tumbled from a trash bin. It suddenly struck me that I had the place all to myself and there was not a single other soul around but me. I continued hiking, until I found the said waterfall. The waterfall was smaller than I had expected, but it was beautiful nevertheless.

I wish I could stay longer, but the silence of the forest was killing me, and I had to keep brushing aside the thought of some entity watching over me from a distance or something. It was such a relief when I returned to the openness of the asphalt road, and later to the hugging comfort of the cabin room.

I would be there for another night before I had to say good bye to the cabin resort. I woke up early in the morning so that I could watch the lake welcoming the first rays of the sunrise. It was such a mesmerizing sight that I’d surely remember for a very long time. Then it was time to leave, and the boatman took me to a little tour to get a close look at the new bridge. Looking so gorgeous that takes the shape of a sailing boat, it would without doubt become an iconic structure for Lake Kenyir, if it was not already was.  

Back on the solid land later, and later on the road, I had one last look of the beautiful blue spread of Lake Kenyir before returning to my long long ride back to KL. The lake was certainly the highlight of the whole trip and I was so glad that I stopped by, knowing that it would be my very last road trip out of KL before moving off to Sabah a few weeks later.  

It was certainly a great ending to the very long list of outstation trips that I went to all over the Malaysian Peninsula in my 10-ish years of residing there. If there was ever a chance, I’d definitely want to come back to this beautiful beautiful lake of Kenyir.

jipp June 1, 2022 Leave A Comment Permalink

Driving On : Jeli and Kota Bharu

This post is a sequel to my previous post on my last road trip in the Malaysian Peninsula before I moved to KK back in October last year. I started off from KL and made a stop at Kuala Lipis before continuing on to Gua Musang where I had stayed overnight.

I wish I could explore more of Gua Musang, which is known for its beautiful limestone hills, and even asked the receptionist if there was any chance that I could do a little bit of hiking to any of those hills, but she did not seem so sure if hiking to those hills was already permittable by the ever-changing movement control orders. Considering that I needed to reach Jeli by noon, I had to spare the plan for another time – if ever. So off to Jeli I went.

After doing what my job had required me to do in Jeli, I took a little bit of time to explore what there was to explore around town. It was my first time in that particular corner of the country so just as it is when I come to any place for the first time, the excitement was quite there.

Jeli was quite a small town, and it was always considered to be one of the remotest districts in the state of Kelantan and even Malaysia, which is not quite the case to me considering its easy access from other parts of the state and beyond. It seems to be fast-developing too, and it must be since it is here where the state’s only public university is located.

By then it was past lunch time so I went to have lunch at a food court in the centre of town, which was an easy choice since there weren’t many (open) restaurants around anyway. The tables seemed to be left to clean up by themselves, which might be a thing of normalcy because nobody seemed to bother so I didn’t bother to complain too. I didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere with my big city attitude.

It even took so long for the food to arrive so I had to keep reminding myself over and over again that I was in some sleepy and slow-paced town where everything tends to be going in a slow motion. Luckily, the food was not that bad so I wouldn’t say the long wait was as futile as I had almost expected it to be. Urghh.

So seeing that there was nothing much to explore in the town of Jeli, not when most of the shops were still closed due to the movement control orders, I set out and wheeled off towards the East, or rather towards Kota Bharu where I’d be spending my night in.

The journey took longer than I had expected. Leaving my fate to the Google Map to lead the way for me, passing through villages and farms along the way and I absolutely had no idea where I was going until I reached Rantau Panjang, the gateway to the neighbouring country Thailand!

For a moment I wished I did bring my passport with me, but then again, the current movement control orders would not permit me to go anywhere beyond the borders anyway so it had to be spared for another time – if ever. By the time I reached near the entrance to the international border gate, it was raining like crazy. Slowly and cautiously, I continued on towards what I believed was Kota Bharu. The whole area was so unfamiliar to me so I couldn’t even pin my location on the Google Map.

I reached Kota Bharu at around 6pm, and parked my car in front of the massive LHDN building complex from where I could see the decorative gate of Al-Quran Rehal Park and the entrance to the Istana Jahar beyond it. I Googled around, looking for a place to stay for the night. I had been to Kota Bharu a few times and I’d usually stay around the royal palace area from where I could just walk to the famous Siti Khadijah Market and all the other places of interest around it. Since most of the places were still closed, I did not see the need to stay around there this time so a little bit of distance away from it would not really harm. In the end, I chose a budget hotel called W Hotel Cemerlang.

Letting the Google Map to lead the way for me, it led me to some quite area with a single row of shoplots surrounded by houses and (seemingly) privately-owned properties. Priced at RM45 per night, it really was value for money and I liked the room quite instantly. It was quite tiny, but it had just about everything that I needed – a study table and a chair and the most important of all is the access.

Just across the alley as seen from the window was what appeared to be the abandoned portion of a building. It reminded me of the places in movies where teenagers would go practicing and challenging among themselves to dance. The other portion seemed to be still occupied and since I’m the type who’d rather have the window curtains left wide-opened, every now and then I’d expect people to look down to me from their windows so I had to keep reminding myself to stay dressed at all time. Heh.

Now the dinner. Since it was quite late to drive around, and the weather wasn’t really at its best, I ordered dinner over FoodPanda (Grab food didn’t seem to be operational in Kota Bharu, or may be I didn’t try hard enough). Browsing around, I decided to order something quite unique to the city of Kota Bharu itself – Eel soup. I remember how I had to drive all over Kota Bharu with my then colleagues before we found eel soup which was quite worthy of the effort in the end because it was so tasty.

I never had any eel soup ever since so I just thought it was time to have a go at it again. Ordering Nasi Goreng Kampung to come with it, a combination that had cost me some RM24, I was expecting better. Already spoiled by the long wait, they seemed to have put too much salt in both the meals so I had to stop eating half-way through it when my intestines started to give a kick of protest. Kelantan is certainly known for the mecca of Malay food so this came as quite a disappointment to me. Or perhaps, eel soul is not really a Malay food after all.

I was tied to an online meeting the next morning, but not before I went down to the only restaurant that I could find around without driving off. The restaurant had a bizzare list of foods on the menu – or at least for a restaurant that is located in the state capital city of Kelantan where local delicacies are heavily influenced by those in Thailand. Realizing that I didn’t have much of a choice, I went for Kolo Mee, which I know is more of a Sarawakian food than a Kelatanese. There was nothing to be wowed about, but I was glad that the coffee was at least a brewed one instead of a sachet.  And it wasn’t bad at all.

After signing off from my online meeting, I packed up and drove around, trying to look for a restaurant that at least serves some authentic Kelantanse food. I actually had Nasi Kerabu in mind, but somehow I couldn’t find any. And it did not help that most restaurants or even food hawkers were still closed so Kota Bharu really wasn’t its usual self. In ended up parking my car and exporing Dataran Cheng Ho where I could see a number of Chinese restaurants were opened and even allowed dining-in. I tapau-ed fried Kuey Teow and asked the restaurant to fill up my Ford Coffee Mug with coffee which I later had for brunch back in the car.

Then it was time to wheel off South-bound, to a place that I had always wanted to go to for so long – Lake Kenyir!

jipp May 15, 2022 Leave A Comment Permalink

An Inter-state Solo Road Trip to the North East

So, my job had required me to drive all the way to the North East – or to the state of Kelantan to be exact – which would be my very last road trip out of KL before I moved back to Sabah. Instead of taking the easy way out by taking a flight, I decided to go by road which would take me across four different states, excluding Kuala Lumpur which is considered a state in itself and where I was residing at that time of course. The plan was to go to Kelantan via the newly-opened Central Spine Road and to return to KL via the East Coast Expressway. The road trip would cover around 1000km in a span of 3 days with 2 overnight stays.  At least that was the initial plan, and plans do change. Heh.

So after packing up, I exited the famed Klang Valley via Gombak toll plaza which took me straight into the green lungs of the Malaysian Peninsula. I stayed on Karak Expressway, through the famous Karak tunnel, until I reached the exit ramp to Bentong of Pahang. I had always wanted to go for a weekend escapade to Bentong, especially after reading about its old restaurants on some Air Asia in-flight magazine. Some of these restaurants are said to be so old and have been in operation for over 100 years so if they were wines, they’d be the vintages.

Somehow, my busy life back in the city hadn’t really permitted me to get around to it so the plan had never materialized. Now that I was in Bentong, it wasn’t really the best time to explore for the fact that most of the restaurants were still either fully-closed of half-open due to the ongoing movement control order. Then I had a very long way to go, so I had to spare Bentong probably for another time.

I did take some time to do a lil bit of detour – to a well-known waterfall known as Chamang. The road was quite a zig-zag, with some major repairing work going on, and of course at the end of the road I was welcomed by a fully-maned gate. I knew it was still closed, but I just wanted to try my luck a bit so now that I was there, I called out to whoever there was at the gate house that could probably grant me with some sympathetic access.

A face-masked Malay guy came out to me, telling me that the instruction was for the waterfall to remain closed, until he was instructed otherwise by the management. Trying to negotiate my way in, I told him how I had always wanted to see the waterfall, that I may no longer be able to do it any time after because I was due to be posted back to Sabah soon. He didn’t budge, and I had to give him the respect he deserved, for standing his grounds no matter how hard I tried to persuade him into letting me in.

So I continued North, past a small town called Raub which is known as the district of Musang King, the super-deli but expensive durians. To tell the truth, it wasn’t my first time driving through Raub. I remember driving across the little town about 10 years ago, also while I was heading towards Kelantan on another outstation trip. It was the old Oriental-looking rows of shop lots that captivated my attention when I first came upon them. They looked like a piece of the George Town in Penang – so oriental and yet so colonial. Again, the long way ahead didn’t really permit me to stay around so I had to continue North, this time to another small town called Kuala Lipis.

Now, Kuala Lipis had caught me quite by surprise. I had never been to this little town so I didn’t really know what to expect. After making a few wrong turns, even to the depths of some housing area with narrow roads at one point, I finally made it to the centre of town and instantly liked it!

Kuala Lipis really looked like a vacation town. Located on a hilly patch surrounded by greenery, I was fascinated to see the presence of beautiful and historical-looking buildings. Of course, standing out among the lot is the beautiful Lipis District Council office building which is strategically located on top of a hill that overlooks the little town of Kuala Lipis. A little bit of Google search had brought me to the finding that Kuala Lipis was apparently made the state capital town of Pahang by the British before it was handed over to Kuantan some time in 1953. That explains the existence of an array of colonial buildings that really fascinated me.

Embracing the excitement that I found myself in, I parked my car in front of probably the only KFC outlet in town and took a little walk around town. The central townscape is dominated by a large field called Dataran Lipis. I could imagine how on any given day the locals would make their way down to the field in hordes for an evening stroll but of course it was not any given day. The whole country was experiencing one of the worst pandemic crisis ever so restrictions were in place to forbid the locals from gathering around.

It was beginning to drizzle a bit so I returned to my car to get the umbrella before making my way to a food hawker which was almost impossible not to take any notice of. It was quite a spread of food choices and I was having quite a difficult time to decide which to buy for dinner. But of course that was before I knew there was Patin tempoyak soup among the spread. Patin soup may not be that special, but this one is cooked with durian, so it has that pungent smell and sweetness and sourness of durian in it.

I’m not really a big fan of durians but Patin tempoyak soup which consists of Patin fish cooked with usually fermented durian somehow hits the right taste buds for me. In fact it is one of my favourite Malaysian delicacies. And since durian is a seasoned fruit, the availability of this Patin tempoyak soup is very seasoned too. It was a clear choice. I had to go for it.

I really wanted to stay longer in Kuala Lipis but I knew I had to keep moving or I’d spend the rest of the day’s trip driving in the dark. The target was to reach the newly-built Central Spine expressway before nightfall. Somebody reached out to me through twitter, asking me to try to reach the Central Spine before sunset. I did try, but I was a bit late. I did get a little bit of glimpse of the beautiful sunset over the far horizon before reaching the highway – and I knew it would have been a fantastic sunset view to be enjoyed while cruising along the highway. It was certainly a wasted opportunity.

After what appeared to be an unending drive on Central Spine and beyond, along which I’d find myself driving all alone across the darkness, I finally arrived in Gua Musang thankfully still in one piece. I checked into a hotel that raked in quiet a good rating on Agoda.com. The room was quite spacious and I had a good watch over the car that I parked just outside of the hotel.

After unpacking myself, it was time to enjoy my Patin tempoyak soup. Understandably, it had turned cold in the air-conditioned car but the taste was still very much there. It did not have to be hot to be super-deliciously tasty and I enjoyed every bit of it. And of course, with a refilled stomach and after spending almost the whole day on the road, I fell instantly into a deep sleep the moment I laid myself on the soft and super-comfy matress. It would be another long day the next day.

jipp May 13, 2022 Leave A Comment Permalink

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