Well pardon me fo not being able to upload much of it as soon as i head back at homeland. Sweet smell of ipo's corrupted air and as well as the peeps back here. Yea,i do miss em alot and i do miss my room n my bed and my comfy home sweet home. What do ya know??i missed the food of course. No more exotic food and bugs to chew on as my pass time spring food..hahhahahaa..hell yea,i did chew on a maggot. And so,it tasted like chicken,way crunchier than french fries.
On the 2nd day,i prefer to head onto Thai's dim sum. Though we get it everywhere and its a chinese culture to eat it. But had'nt tried Thai chinese culture. I don'nt know perhaps..it's a lil different from ours. It's wierd that things fo them are prefarably to be small..hahhahaa...chinese tea are small...but nice tea, char siew pau (barbeque pork bun) are also small like it's fo kids meal...hahhahahha....after that meal...more hooter chicks cmin and askin me hw was my day!?LOL..i did entertain a while but that was like..only a while..hahahhaha
Next stop,communist tunnel right on the outskirts of Betong,but i jus can't recall it's name. Goin on with it,the weather is just untolerabily hot and yes..im sweatin while walkin up the stairs and hell there were biker gangs revvin their engines infront of me.What the heck was that suppose to mean guys!??Too much fuel to burn,bring me up instead!Anyway theyre nice folks by the way.
Coomunist tunnel was somewhat or somehow which Chen Ping belongs to if i can recall my history. And these yokels been livin in the jungle like it's tarzan feedin fest. Marriage and gettin kids,also on the same side and same condition. Refuge! There even was a special way of burnin woods in the jungle...it's kinda hard to explaine it here,and it works just like simple chemistry.
Tunnel was 90degrees steep,and it aint that easy to climb up n down and further more,if ya'll facing klaustophobia i guess ya'll should be easy to be freaked out in there. Condition of it,hard,hot and steep and crampy. Loads of peeps go in there...less air and much more pressure. A tall guy like me walkin in there..i gotta crouch. Imagine if you had Lebron walkin. He have to do,squats every time we make a stop..hahhahahhaa.so far the journey take us up bout an hour and loads of things to know and surviving skills was the most important thing there. Exhibition to their archive was classified and there were loads of equipments that ya'll never imagine. Mind blowing! Exevution site was jus opposite the bride grooms room. So,livin as a communist aint that easy after all. Boy scout manuals please!!!!!!!!!!!
To be honest..on the 2nd day,your body was all about resting and tryna keep u with what ya'll missed out. And yes,i am worn out and im tired and im tryna bear the moment of gettin home to ipoh and missin my bed with all the pillows. Back in the hotel,im just sleepin on the floor with a couple of pillows and head bangin songs by thai "discotheque". We went to the thai pagoda which was one of the "anko wats"...that what i get from a thai guy..lord knows what im listenin from em.hehehhehehehe....hell this place was all marble and white like snow right under the sun. I even took pic with a large buddha as well.
After these loads and journeys all around, i guess it was best to head back as Betong was almost explored already. Well even there aren't,i think we can come back fo the next time with much kits to help us on. Last stop before we leave fo ipo....thai bak kut teh. What they had in there was a lil something diff than what we ad in msia. Everything almost went the same,if not mistaken there's pork blood in there,ears, and tail!Kinda long...but...what the heck..i just chew it on like its a bubble gum.
And im outta here...peace!HELLO IPO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Des..live from Betong
