Trippin'
On each of the roadtrips, we could never fail to get lost. This time, I didn’t hold the map upside down even once, and we still got freaking lost everywhere! So lost that we desperately ended up at the Juru police station. That kinda set an LFV on everyone’s navigation nose, as Arin managed to get lost inside the Komtar mall and had to be rescued. It’s not really our fault that me, Fizi and Arol immediately got lost in the same mall too an hour after Arin was rescued, it was The Virus. Aji was working overtime rescuing people with LFV, as Arin’s car, full of infected people, missed the Jelapang exit and had to be chased and brought back to meeting point.
Most Infected LFV carrier : Arin
Penang/Kedah/Perlis/Pahang
Managed to realize our long time desire of running around and taking pictures in paddy fields which we didn’t get to do on our last trip. Stopped by someone’s sawah by the roadside, albeit being scared that paddy photography will bring bad luck to everyone’s future relationship hehe (entirely Fik’s fault). Somehow the whole of Perlis is out of electricity by the time we get there, at least it seems to effect Gua Kelam and Padang Besar. We learned there’s Ampang, Kelang and Serdang up north, and make a few ‘learned’ assumptions such as Orang Asli people sells voodoo stuffs on the roadside down the hills of Cameron guarded by trained hunting dogs. Sometimes they’ll use a pair of tattered Converse sneakers (bought bundle) as a
It’s a real fun trip with the essential food search, self obsessed photo sessions and Chinese operas.
The trip would have been rated 100% successful if we managed to get to
Most Favorite Pit Stop :
Most Fussy Shopper : Azrol.
The seafood at Kuala Perlis. Seriously beats all others. Ikan jenahak and geruk2 flavoured with the the perfect seasonings, grilled to a crispy finish, pleased our taste buds no ends. We arrived there as a buncha hungry thundering Uruk Hai as we got lost (as usual) on the way to the famous Gerai Lynda, thanx to the direction that Aji got from a stupid penjaga toilet. All is forgiven however, as we sink our teeth into the tender, sweet flesh of dead fishes, squids and crabs. The steamboat at Cameron is too much overrated, reputation-wise and price-wise.
Back to work, to endless phone calls, endless excel SpreadShits, roomful of idiot account executives(well, just one) and to the department’s new tagline-“Managing Perceptions”.
