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End of Feb 2008, East Malaysia
Geplaatst op Friday 07 March @ 03:27:35 GMT+1
Onderwerp: Around the world in 8 years
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 On the west coast drove south to Singapore (well almost than) and then to the east coast and visited places like Mersing and Cherating. Even further up along the east coast as far as the Thai border. Crossed through the green heart from one side to the other. And it was green. Visited Cameroon Highlands (1500 meters) and Bukit Frasier. I was back in Kuala Lumpur for the principal purpose of shipping my car. And that was not easy yet.
This page had mostly been translated with google – translate. Therefore the grammer is funny sometimes, but you get the picture and it saves me a lot of time.
Yello is the drive route in west Malaysia.
For those who look at my log book, the notice that I am almost to the equator. The waypoint coordinates are now so that I have only 1 degree above the equator is. I started at around 55 degrees North and is now close to 0. Unfortunately, I will not get the 0, as the equator just in Indonesia. And this time I will not go. So have to do with the southernmost tip of Malaysia, as with Johor Bahru, the border with Singapore.
You see Malaysia in many national flags. Also on cars and buildings, so I am the best, I am Malay. Well you may best be proud of your country, but these are some nationalist traits (that you also see in Thailand) that I think it should be obsolete. My opinion…
From Johor Bahru there is only one road back to the north along the east coast of Malaysia attractive. The road went over undulating hills interspersed with palm trees and marsh. Swamp with dead trees and shrubs, or as the English say… Shrubbery (I find it a nice word). The swamp became slowly less, what remained were the palms. Palms and palms, for hundreds of kilometres long. I already have the eternal hunting grounds, had the eternal ricefields, sand for ever, everlasting rubber plantations and now the eternal palmvields. Would a land not exhausted by this kind of mono-culture?
Officially, it is here on the east side still rain season, which lasts until the end of February. Until that time includes all the tourist things in a low fire. Thus parked I for the night at a beach parking space. It was a beautiful place with perfect shower and water supply. I was completely alone. Men had the turned unfortunately the water off and the showers are locked. Too bad.
Palmen and Palmen, nice and green.
About 200 km to the north, I came in Mersing. This road through the No 3, which in this part is very bumpy. Like many roads in Malaysia is also made by people who do not know how to make level. And if it only obliquely to the right than it is not bad, but it waved up and down, so you shake back and forth from left to right as if you are in a boat seat.
Mersing is the place where the boats to Tioman island, and also a few other smaller islands. I had me a planned visit to one of the smaller islands, the underwater life is so beautiful. Unfortunately, I coped with two problems. My vingertip was heal but it was not really closed. If I get into the salty water would go, I think I scream of pain, in addition to the fact that you might infections can be. Second was that there was a fierce wind and the sea was very rough. That means a dirty sea, not for diving or snorkelling. That was confirmed by a Dutch couple backpakkers just came back from the island. And yes, if there is nothing to see underwater….
Palm fruit, they make oil out of, but they look like Alien eggs.
When I also got an e-mail on March 6 if my car at the port of Kuala Lumpur had to offer, but that February has 29 days and that I still needed a week for a visa for India, also which I still along the MAN garage will to a rattle to solve, I would like to try to let my old laptop in KL to be repaired, then I am not so much time. Pressure pressure pressure
North of Mersing road was much better but much more monotonous. There were even two lanes in pieces here and there. I found the road boring, but I think if you just fresh from Netherlands would be your eyes popping. Palmtrees, occasionally a village, occasionally a piece along the coast. But yes, I am spoiled and palm trees are just fine but not special.
I wanted to Kuantan in the city but was redirected by signs outside the center redirected. And even though I like a Tesco had found. Oh, but in the next big city.
In Cherating arrived, I was on familiar ground. A sleepy backpakkers beach village where I ever after 3 days of rain have fled away. Now it is not raining, but it was full of heavily built. At least, I thought, but I realized afterwards that this was almost certainly because last time I arrived with a backpack, and now with a large truck.
Je raad het al, nog meer palmen.
The season was also clearly not yet begun. Many restaurants and shops were still closed, a number forever. It was clearly gone backwards since the last time I was here. It must compete with the beautiful island not so far from here, and that is not easy. I was fortunate, they just had a big bus parking space constructed in the middle of the village, the asphalt shiny, but the buses were still not found. Parked entirely in my own on this mega private parking. Stayed the next day and spent time me with a beachwalk, cleaning my toilet (yes needs to occasionally happen again) seeing what coused the rattle (proved to be a holder of my air tube to be demolished). Found a public shower, it's always pleasant despite not so clean. But I am now master of showering without some touch (except water and soap course). It continued throughout the day threatening weather, but it was dry.
Had a strange conversation with a local man who arrived at his motorbike. Back of a girl of a year or 7 or 8 with veil to (ridiculous), on front a boy of a year or 3. You know that kind of talks very much, "where you come from, and where will you go… '. I ask this man how many children he has, he says 8. I say well, much for a Malaysian family. Yes he says, while his daughter and son alone to look after him, but It took a lot of work, making the movement of his favourite sexual stand to do. I think that you do not do with those kids in your face, but apparently quite ordinary. No wonder that small children waer headscarves.
Some take off al on the beach, some put on all.
Well, the story why I go back to India. In itself it is obviously illogical, but if you think about it yet again. I had to leave last time India and Nepal while I do that deep in my heart really did not want. In Nepal, I had my visa time up in India and my car-stay time. Many choice do you not, and China was still a great desire. The highest road of the world, the road to Leh, I still have not driven, which was long closed last year. In connection with a lot of snow, which was only open sometime in July. And anyone who has been there says it's a must. That I really still very happy to do so. That is reason number 1.
The second reason is because I suspect that ship to South America, from India is much cheaper than from this part of Asia. Twice shipping is always more expensive than once, but I think the difference will be small. (I later received confirmation of this)
The third reason is that I still have a little bit of India love. I know, I have a lot off moaning about India, there are many annoyances in India, but it is a country where you have very easy contact with the people and that I just miss a little bit in this part. Also I really miss Nepal, found a beautiful country. Am I certainly visit again.
Fourth is that I have not in a hurry. Yet. It is now winter in South America, my next journey, and I think I better wait until the weather is summer there.
The next day I once again had contact with the shipping company in Kuala Lumpur. Except that the price but even 500 euro went up, they told me that the cheapest booking to Buenos Aires that they could find no less than 20,000 USD. Happy that I go to Chennai, which is shipping to Buenos Aires a lot cheaper.
Was awake by the early birds. Here, as in many parts of Asia, you have the slow-fast yellers. You would think that I thought that very slowly animals very quickly had to fly away. That's right, but that's not the reason for the name. That bird begins at intervals of 4 seconds to squeal like a horney monkey, then every 3 seconds, then 2 and then almost continuously. And this beast has a couple lungs where a football hooligan would be proud of. So if there are two or three when you are in the vicinity, you wake up quickly.
Also in this area you have the kable beater. That makes a sound as if he hits to a high voltage cable with a baseball bat, a sound that just as vibrates through. Have you ever seen the movie Jaws 3, where Mr Brody (so his name I thought) through with his rowing boat paddle on a electricity cable hits, the shark lures? No? … Than pity, because it sounds exactly.
A bird that I hear all in Malaysia is the cry-Baby. You see, which cries as a baby whose teeth through. But then all the teeth at once, and not the babyteeth but as the whole milk teeth. Whaaa-whaaa
A local ambulance services is the next bird. It's just as if there were a huge accident happened on the corner. Fortunately, it was a bird, and when I would get in my hands, an ambulance was no longer needed.
Other known loudmouths of course, are the CircularSaw and the screaming Maiden, both variations on the European cicade.
Sometimes you have those days when you go thinking, pff, which is a bad day, there is nothing fun to just stop, and I also absolutely no sense to stop. Had such a day of Cherating to the north. It started when I driving away to the wrong side of the road was driving. That is me not happened long time(yes they drive here still left). Furthermore, it sounds bad but these places by the sea, I have now seen enough of them and that road went a long way along the silly sea. And if it is still raining, sometimes with buckets full, it's not pleasant. Well, then you go on. During lunch I stop streaming in the rain and ran into dining tent inside. All long faces. Nothing of 'I can help you' of case. I had put my senses on some Roti Canai, which is a kind of bread-pancake I hitherto only in South India and Malaysia have found. This is delicious (unhealthy fat-like) baked bread. But they had only rice and bread did not want to make. Yes sure, and even with such a long faces, happy or not heard, then I cook it myself in the car (not that that was tasty to eat).
Nice colours in the forest.
Every traffic light at what I did was on red, it was just really not my day.
Na, just before the Thai border, turned left to the 4, it was as exciting with hills and small mountains. Slept there fore for the first time in almost 500 metres altitude, in the middle of the jungle, with even more vague sounds of birds and other narrow creeping or flying beasts. It is no rain-forest, but rain-ancient jungle, because the forest is already here a few million years.
I was just in bed or not it started to rain on me yet. It was not drizzling out of the air but with rays. It was as if a team of angels large beer and my car had been used as a urinal. Usually something does not take long in the tropics, but this time, it became increasingly worse and worse. I was parked next to a hill and started me to worry about landslides in the case. After a quarter of an hour it started to thunder storms. That is violently in the tropics. Count between flash and Thunder makes no sense, because the number of flashing is so great that you have no idea what to flash hear what Thunder. Well, I was there but then at least to my car to do, otherwise I would not have good night's sleep. I would suspect that every sound would be came down hill. After 2 seconds outside, I was soaked course, and I had the car less than 3 minutes resistance of the rain began to take off. But delicious that I have slept….
Elections continue to stalk me. Was it into Thailand, now also in Malaysia. And that suits them something different here than I am used to. Two weeks before the elections, the electoral lists. That was yesterday, a Sunday. On Monday the whole country is full of flags of the various political parties with posters of the heads of candidates. And I do not mean a few flags hear. I mean everything, but everything is also buried under the flags. Without exaggerating, I think I look like a couple hundred thousand am passed today. The country is not more beautiful. Also see the logic there is not. Or would the average Maleisiër vote for the party that most places flags?
I must frankly confess that the first impressions I had of Malaysia, were slightly negative bias due to the Chinese New Year. The traffic on the roads, shops closed, that was simply not as much fun. Now, however, is that all over and I find Malaysia a nice country. That I have to say. That they are a-social driving, I remain there.
Next part went through the interior of Malaysia over by the green heart. And believe me, that's green. And beautiful. The road itself is perfect, it was a pleasure to drive. On the other side of Malaysia slightly to the south drove, and then again in the mountains diving, now towards Cameroon Highlands.
Mmm, well, it's another one real tourist attraction, but maybe in the summer a winner. Not now. It is cool at 1500 meters, currently 17 degrees, which is delicious and very long ago. But it is a bit like Shimla in India. Many narrow mountain roads, everything fully build, a lot of traffic, and what actually to do is… no idea. Yes picking strawberries, but they grow in a different season., So hundreds of signs advertising they are useless. Because of the low temperatures here (10 degrees in winter, summer up to 23 or so) grows well here. Especially fruit and flowers, strawberries and vegetables. Little Hollands climate. They have every piece of a mountain type greenhouses. Usually just about what plastic piled on poles. I suspect that because of the rains again the rain season determine, or perhaps by birds that eat everything. It beautifies not the landscape, and there seems to be very much illegal logging and tree mountain diging practices to have been used for many problems in these mountains. Landslides, that sort of misery.
Illegal wood cutting an digging makes the place not more beautifull.
In addition, there are hundreds here (old) landrovers, Toyota 4wd and other vague jeeps round. That landrovers look like you expect a landrover, full of rust, dents, dirty and nasty. Apparently this is a mode of perhaps a must. Maybe there are whole bad roads which I have not seen. (Gasp).
But it was good in Cameroon, mainly because of the temperature. Had it for the first time in a year and a half in the cold night, but was too lazy to stand up and something warm to do. So was all night cold. It was 17.8 degrees. What do you want to 1623 metres altitude. Delicious. After a half year of clammy sweaty sticky nights it was anything else.
In the morning strange something. I had a wedge under my rear wheels to put the car something to rectify that sleep better. When I rode in the morning from, sat in the cavities of these wedges, and in the cavities of my ties, the profile then, hundreds and hundreds of little black maggots and beetles. It was rare, really just under the wheels. Bah, dirty. But what they were doing there and how it came there, I understand there is still nothing.
Once again tasted of the cool climate in the highlands' I decided to include on its way to Kuala Lumpur a stop-over in Bukit Frasier Frasier or Hill to do. That was a beautiful shortcut to Rawang, where the dealer MAN was that I still wanted to get an opinion about a rattle.
The first piece of road was the sequel to the road yesterday, the road without number, the road from Ipoh to the east, to Gua Musang. That road is still beautiful, pieces two-laned, beautiful nature and almost no traffic. It is winter here, so the forests have beautiful hues. Once again a pleasure to drive, I wanted to stop at every Grand photographs and have therefore often done. Long live the digital camera.
At the end of this road, in Gua Musang hit me right to the south. This road (No 8), middle by the country was not as exciting. The road was narrow and bumpy and there was a lot of cargo traffic. Especially huge trucks with huge tree trunks, which were so heavy that they went slowly up hill. The road was just wide enough for two trucks to pass each other, but one mistake and it would be wrong to expire. As I had very traffic I could not concentrate in the vicinity. Not that that was so exciting, again many Palm oil trees. When it started to rain also was heavy to drive.
Once at the exit to Bukit Frasier was much better. Indeed, the road was narrow and super went through the green forest, there was virtually no traffic. Because it also had very much rained (judging by the puddles of water everywhere) hung vegetation of the two sides on the way over, a sort of tunnel effect advantage. Nice, but bad for the paint on my roof. At 800 meters altitude began to climb the actual Frasier, but that road was blocked. As well, there was no explanation. Was even afraid that the road was closed about a landslide or something. There was no one to be sent to you. Drove past and after a few miles, there was suddenly another way to the mountain of Frasier, but that road was so narrow that there is only one way possible. Odd hours could drive up, even hours down. I was lucky, it was a quarter past 5. This road was super exciting. Seriously, 8 kilometers very narrow, with overhanging bamboo and ferns and at least 30 BPK. Halfway through, they were still remnants of a landslide in the cleanup. Above arrived, there was not as much. Also here was the off-season, but it was delicious cold. Parked my car overlooking the golf course, and enjoyed the cool climate. Heard information to the tourists that the new road was indeed closed because there is a long way away was swept away by a landslide. The old road was open just a few hours after you give it a landslide had blocked the bunch hours. That old road was previously by a number of Europeans with the hand built. Good job.
Closed road, so what now??.
They used the new road to traffic after down, and the old way for upward, but that was no longer so we had to back rotation, as it always was apparently earlier.
After another good night's cool weather went down direction heat. Was already asked me the MAN garage. And those were also immediate action, which was nice. It was a combination of worn rubbers and perhaps desiccated rubbers. But they turned a few extra screws thight, and the problem would be remedied provisionally. The other things that I noted were no men suspected problem, so I rode one half hour later with a peace of mind towards Kuala Lumpur, where I parked again an hour later when Thomas and Daphne. I would arrange my shipment go, my Indian visa and a few things.
Sometimes the road takes longer then expected....
Did however suddenly very busy. Met Leonardo, a Mexican who with his motor touring the world was in the interest had to be on my motor flatrack to allow lifts to India. And, and that was the best, when I came back in the afternoon after a visit city Saturday a ticket under my window…. From Ad & Susan. They knew I still Netherlands are, and sat here in KL to wait also underway with a DAF truck (courageously) until their car of the ship from India came off. I hastened the store, and yes, there were still here. Goh it was nice to see them. Had there already is a bit on hoped but through their website, I got it suspected that she had already left. They had with them their Cristha, a fun time with a girl who travelled with them. It has also been a long time since I had spoken Dutch.
The next two days are a lot spend together, we talk a lot (and many say) things exchanged, in the film, eaten, another eaten anyway, were two nice days. In fact, two and a half, because we could not take each other farewell. Indeed, at the time that they had received the car called them where they stood. Leonardo would get a GPS from Ad can get (nice of him) and I get a piece of software, so we with its two on the motorbike of Leonardo, to Klang, normally a 45-60 minute ride. Halfway through, however, it started to rain very hard. After some shelter under a bridge remained wet and slowly but we decided to proceed. Wet to the bone, and then worse, we arrived at Ad and Susan. His car had the shipment survived well, he just missed some stickers of his car. A German car that was shipped at the same time there was less well with a broken dish antenna and railing.
The car of Ad and Susan is admirable, with a number of very clever found solutions and services, especially given the fact that everything built Ad itself in a very short period.
March 5, I brought my car to the Port of Kuala Lumpur, Port Klang named. Because of a communication error, I rode straight to the packer, which my car on a so-flat-rack sets, instead of the shipper. But Port Klang is so great, I would never have found. Even with a waypoint Ad came from I have no (or very close to turned out). That was the second time that our GPS device is not compatible. A waypoint Ad place into that of me, made sure I have a few hundred metres further than those referred to came. Yes, where do you obtain a GPS. I am still not what is not true.
There it was, on its way to India.
The packers, a company called CFW, kindly brought us to the office of the shipper them and after leaving a lot of money, back to the packer. There was meanwhile a huge flat-rack ready where I could do twice. A Flat-rack is a container without walls, so only the soil. The thing was 40 foot long to be precise, 13 meters or so. It was very long, but the width was only just enough, in fact, I suspected that I would stick put with the wheels on the edge would go hang. They already had a ramp made of steel plates and they reason there is a forklift that this additional support. Great thus regulated. After some back and forth with the car was satisfactory and I began with my car thick steel cables to the flat rack to continue. This was, according to the shipper, so strong that if the flat-rack upside down, my car there would remain. I got a shiver at the thought. After some additional help from me, (which is limited to what evidence and making some extra protection rubber pieces (read cuto off inner Tire) between cable and car, taking off my sunshield because it stuck out. (if it comes close) and the collapse of mirrors), I think my car was fine. Of course again, and by wet rained back towards Kuala Lumpur, for the first time in 2 years without a car, without a house
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