Cherating...

(pics of actual view from room)

...is no longer what it used to be. It has become another tong sampah of the Orient. If I were in charge, I would have beach patrols who would make the beach BUMS as in "IDIOTS" eat the rubbish they throw on the once pristine beach, especially the diapers strewn about...those I would make the mums who chuck them on the beach eat them, after I wipe their faces in the faeces left by their soon-to-grow-up-to-be-just-like-em baby bums, followed by 1000 hours of sampah collecting community service. We need enforcement and some balls as in teloq to act to save our beaches in the local councils. Sadly, the kind of teloq needed in government to educate and instill fear into our people to forcibly chnage their degil, slum, sewer mentality towards our environment and cleanliness is lacking as much as the grey material in the latter.

We found a spot, not far from where I used to camp with Aween and gang in 1986 though, that was relatively rubbish free and managed to have a good dip before we went on to Kemaman and Teluk Cempedak.


Kemaman...

Nasi dagang breakfast by the road to Kemaman in the morning drizzle

Kemaman fishermens' jetty

Famous kopitiam in Kemaman town

...there's no where else like Terengganu. Simple, rustic beauty, great food and...dirt poor people. Funny considering its like Dallas. Maybe the JR Ewings of Terengganu have bolot all the oil wealth...leaving nothing for their people who really need them. I wondered, as I passed through this town/state that I love so much, what the sovereign of the state feels and thinks when he passes through. Maybe he is thinking about the next endurance race. I don't really know...but I'm thinking his horses eat more than the villagers of Kuala Kemaman in their dilapidated, patched up like a crazy quilt, once lovely kampung houses by the jetty. And I'm thinking so much can be done with that billion ringgit oil royalty...but I'm just a housewife. What do I know. I'm not thinking masjid Kristal...I'm thinking more quality of life. I'm not much of a businessperson too I guess. Only businesspeople run governments nowdays..or rather people who aim to become businesspeople.

One day, God Willing, I will live out my dream of getting a piece of kampung beach-front real estate in Ganu Kite...and build my Ganu House.Ganu House...a gem...

Toilets...

I have never been to so many public toilets of all shapes and conditions in three days on the road...its the age factor...and the fact that children were sucked, vaccumed and forceped out of me. And my belly slashed open too. And there were only two of them.

Any more and I would have to wear adult diapers.

This is the ONE time, I wish I had one of those mindless dicks that piss me off so much (puns intended) I could just whip out and...and...and...pee with...instead of going through the intricacies women have to go through in their toileting.

No mean feat in 'em public toilets full of other people's shit.

(pics courtesy of Aween)