no more 3x5s.

Okay let me recall my cycling trip with mum, dad, fraser, yuhan, her dad, and hose.

1. We were approaching our 9th kilometre towards the town, and we came across an old man riding the rust-ridden bike of his. We caught up with him in a matter of seconds, but i remember him because he had a friendly grin and he asked us if we had a hotel to stay in. I remember him because he was a stranger that showed kindness.
He was a good man.

2. The beach was deserted; we were the only ones there. Watching the waves roll in and picking up shells brought back the joy of simplicity to me. At that moment, i didn't have to think about assignments, i didn't have to think about life's unanswered questions. I could smile, genuinely, at the constancy of the waves, i could laugh as we slid down the hill of sand. I could take refuge in the slow, rocking movement of the hammock.
The three beautiful things: family, friends, nature.

3. I was given a chance to get adrenaline pumping through my system - by climbing this steep mini-cliff made up of red soil. We termed it the red mountain. Fraser, doer of all things crazy and risky (haha), climbed it first and my mum snapped away with a camera. It was precariously steep, but once he made it, yuhan and i were at it too. It was frightening when the hard soil below u started to crumble beneath u, rolling down to the ground 5 metres down. It was an almost vertical climb, but with a helping hand we both made it to the top too.
Immense satisfaction there.

4. haha i don't know if i should post this, but watching fraser eat the meat of a coconut is darn amusing. My parents agree too, haha. You could see him in intense concentration, digging away on the inside of the coconut, trying to get the white flesh out. He never gave up: he was at it before dinner, during dinner, and after dinner! haha such determination.

5. All i remember is cycling near the sea, enjoying the scenery of vast lallang fields, coconut trees and attap houses. The endless, straight main road tempted me to speed ahead, but the joy of cycling long distance is also in cycling together. There was hardly anyone anywhere: a good hideout from civilisation.

So now i'm back, from a well-deserved break, and a well-deserved tan. lol.

Pictures can only tell you this much.