Tuesday, October 15, 2024

The Unfit Hikers: Awed by the Caucasus

We just got back from Georgia less than 12 hours ago but here I am, I haven't been so eager to write about anything in a very, very long time but our trip to Georgia was so amazing I feel like I have to immediately put pen to paper, metaphorically speaking.

From what I've seen, Georgia is not that popular a destination for vacation among Malaysians and Singaporeans (and other Asian countries), which on one hand is a blessing cause at least you won't be surrounded by tourists all the time like what is happening in Japan right now. On another note I feel sad that the Georgian government isn't maximizing their country's full potential when they've been blessed with such beautiful nature and rich culture. Tbilisi Shota Rustaveli Airport is pretty small and feels dated, not bright and shiny like Singapore's Changi or Doha's Hamad, even KLIA feels more modern. That and passing through the streets as we travelled towards the city on Bus 337 gives me the impression that Georgia is still very much a developing country. Developing or no, their efforts in spaying and neutering street dogs is commendable. Almost every single dog we saw on the streets was tagged and they were all sweet and docile, unlike the mad hounds terrifying people in all parts of Malaysia.
A good boi

We had two nights in Tbilisi before our Kazbegi hiking tour, which I probably won't have time to write about. Suffice to say that Tbilisi old town was pretty quaint and the food we had was generally great too, although I have to say I am not a huge fan of khatchapuri, with all that cheese it's just too difficult to finish on your own. The thermal baths we tried in Abanotubani was nice (both before and after the hiking tour) but didn't feel as clean as those in Japan, maybe I just feel that way because they don't seem to enforce showering before dipping in the bath, which Japan is quite strict about. Special shout out also to Khedi Hotel because the room we had was so uniquely designed and the food was GLORIOUS. From the amazing kharcho soup and mini khinkalis which we had as our first meal in Tbilisi after stepping off the plane, to the breakfast the next two mornings, everything was yummy.

You get these cuties instead of boring signs

Top: The Big Georgian Breakfast Bottom: Matsoni with honey - both were amazing

The famous Chreli-Abano Spa

I was feeling a bit apprehensive about the hiking tour not only because I had not been doing any physical training before this (big mistake), but also because me being me, I was worried about having to interact with others, would people be unfriendly? Would it be awkward? Well, I need not have worried at all, because we had a blast with the entire team and so many fond memories were made during our 3.5 days together exploring the Kazbegi region. On the first day Wei Jin and I were 5 minutes late to the rendezvouz point at the Giant Bicycle Monument because breakfast in Georgia starts late at 08:00 hrs (meeting time was 09:00 hrs), and our breakfast at Khedi Hotel was so good that I couldn't bear to forego it. We also had to drop our bags off at the next hotel (Unfound Door) that we would be staying at after the tour before going to rendevouz with the rest. As a result, we scarfed down our breakfast within 10 minutes and spent the next 30 minutes in panic mode as we rushed from Khedi to Unfound Door and finally made it to the Bicycle Monument, breathing a sigh a relief to find our guide Sandro and the team still there. Then all 15 of us all climbed on to the mini van to start our journey to Trusso Valley for our "warm up hike", making a stop at Ananuri Fortress along the way. It was when we were on the bus when I caught some conversation in Malay, turns out there was another Malaysian couple on the tour as well - Rocky and Yati! We didn't expose ourselves as Malaysians to them at the start though, only when we finally started chit chatting during the Trusso Valley hike did we spring the surprise on them.

The journey to Trusso Valley took around 3 hours, it would probably have been shorter had Georgia had proper highways, but they only have a single lane in each direction. The last 30 minutes was especially uncomfortable because the van had to traverse across bumpy untarred gravel roads. It was extremely slow going and we were in a perpetual state of being jolted from side to side. Still, it was extremely worth it because even at the start the views were already very scenic, walking along the valley above the river.

After a couple of kilometers we were greeted by vast beautiful plains. A little further along there was also a small little shop where hikers can get drinks and some respite (can't remember if they have food). Shortly after the shop we stopped by a tiny bubbling lake with vibrant blue waters for a break. Sandro called it a lake, but I thought it was only slightly bigger than a pond to be honest. It was during this break that I started talking to Jeep who's from Thailand. He came together on this trip with his friend (whose name I still don't know). After this we hiked through plains dotted with ruins and inhabited by cows, before making looping back again and eventually ending up back on our initial track above the river. By this time my feet were starting to protest, which is only to be expected thanks to my lack of prior training.
The "Lake"


The entire trek was about 20 km long and I was extremely relieved to see our white van waiting for us where we left it. I was exhausted. Our driver then drove almost an hour or so to the village of Stepantsminda, where we spent a night at a simple inn run by a sweet Georgian lady, I wish I took a picture with her. The Georgian-style dinner - vegetable soup, chicken stew, roasted potatoes, kebabs, salad, beetroot, tomato and cucumber slices, bread and cheese, that she and her team made was heavenly, especially since we were starving because we didn't have a proper lunch (I had sadly misunderstood and thought we would be stopping somewhere for lunch before the hike). We washed the feast down with some home made wine and chit chatted with those sitting nearby - Baela from Switzerland, the Spanish couple Moni and Danny as well as the other South East Asians before heading off to bed early for a much needed recuperation.
This home-cooked meal was so good

I was pretty excited for Day 2 because we would be hiking the region near Gergeti Trinity Church - one of the most famous Georgian landmarks. Alas, Day 2 was also when I became fully aware of my poor physical condition. To save some energy, after a hearty Georgian breakfast the 4 of us Malaysians paid some Laris to the inn's priorieter to take us up the hill in a van to the Gergeti Trinity Church area while the others hiked an additional half an hour uphill. We met up with them on the hill, spending some time taking photos of the Church and surrounding mountains before continuing our hike up to the Gergeti Glacier. The path up was pretty steep most of the time, yet the Europeans, Kiwis, Tarkan from Turkey and North Americans were extremely quick, and we found ourselves constantly at the back of the group struggling to keep up. I fared worse than Wei Jin, who had to wait up for me as I made periodic stops, panting and coughing, heart pounding in my ears as my body struggled to fathom this sudden increase in physical activity. Even Rocky and Yati who are much older than us were quicker on average. Jeep's friend brought up the rear, making me feel slightly better about myself. The views were breathtaking though, watching the Church getting smaller and smaller in the midst of the sprawling mountains around it as we went further up, trekking through the light yellow green fields, enjoying the strong breeze and watching Sandro pick his mountain mushrooms for dinner. I wondered why the rest were in such a hurry, to me it felt like they just wanted to reach their destination, but for me the best part about hiking has always been the scenery and being able to immerse oneself in the incomparable beauty of mother nature.
The one, the only, Gergeti Trinity Church!!!

After what felt like forever, we finally reached Cafe 360 Degrees at the top of the ridge, paid an exorbitant amount for drinks and dug into our packed lunch prepared by our inn while savouring the fruits of our labour - the magnificent views of the pass... which I don't seem to have a nice photo of? Seems like in my utter exhaustion I only bothered taking a video.
Rocky enjoying a break at Cafe 360 Degrees

After lunch, the route forward to our next checkpoint (Deka Hut) was much easier, nothing too steep, mostly flat and gentle ups and downs along rockier paths, which I was extremely grateful for, since the part before lunch was BRUTAL. Then the sky started turning dark and we had to pick up our pace a lot in order not to get drenched. Thankfully all of us managed to get to Deka Hut before it started pouring. Deka Hut is a cosy little wooden-style alpine hut with a fireplace in the centre. It's summer so the fireplace wasn't lit, I can only imagine it would be even cosier in the colder weather, warming up by the fireplace. A couple of us had drinks while waiting for the rain to stop, I had a hot fruit tea which was pretty comforting after so much exertion. Seems like Georgian rains don't last long because it felt like less than half an hour later, the rain had stopped. Sandro was saying that those of us who wanted to continue on and reach the Gergeti Glacier would have to make it back to the hut in 1.5 hours. I had enough self awareness to know that my body would not be capable of such a physical feat, so I decided to sit the glacier part out with Yati, Rocky, Baela (who was taking a nap in the hut), the Canadian dude whose name I should really know but don't and Jeep. Wei Jin decided to continue on with The Fit Team while the rest of us South East Asians just hiked to the next mini "peak" along the trail which took us about 15 minutes and took selfies together before turning back to Deka Hut to join Sandro, Baela and Canada.
If you squint you can see Deka Hut on the left (The one on the right is Altihut)

On Sandro's cue, those of us who decided to stay at Deka started to make our way back to Cafe 360 Degrees, knowing that The Fit Team would be on their way back and catching up with us soon. I chit chatted with the dude from Canada (Quebec, to be exact) for a while before he picked up speed while I continued trotting along at the back. After picking up Jeep's friend at 360 Degrees (he didn't continue on to Deka with us earlier), we started descending through a different route which was on the same hill but a little way off from the one we came up from, enjoying the magnificent views and pleasant breeze again. It wasn't long before The Fit Team caught up with us there and took the lead, while I lagged behind with Wei Jin, who had successfully made it to the glacier! to enjoy the views. Going downhill doesn't make me huff and pant the way uphill climbs do, but it certainly brings a different challenge - moving in a controlled way so as to avoid knee and toe pains is a skill, a skill which I have yet to master. I have a feeling my shoes that day could have been tighter too, as I felt like my toes were constantly ramming into the front of my shoes. We were soon quite far behind, gradually losing visual sight of our team. The path down was blessedly straightforward though, except during one part where we had to pass through some thickets. We found Baela waiting for us there to show us the way, and we followed him all the way to the bottom near where we started in the morning, where he rejoined the rest for their additional half an hour hike back that they did in the morning. Naturally we decided to take the van with Yati and Rocky back to the inn, giving our poor legs and feet some much needed respite. After a warm shower we had our Georgian dinner with more homemade wine again. The food was 80% the same as the day before, but I'm not going to complain because it was really tasty. Also helps that we were famished after the day's efforts.

On Day 3 we had to bid nakhvamdis to the nice Georgian lady because we were moving to a different inn in a village called Roshka. We would be hiking there from another village called Juta. I was pretty ecstatic when Sandro told us we would be passing by Fifth Season during our hike. I had heard many great things about the views at Fifth Season and initially wanted to arrange a night there with Wei Jin. Eventually we had to drop the idea because the logistics didn't make sense, so I was really glad that we would be still be able to pass by, and maybe include it in our plans during the next trip here. It was a half an hour ride to Juta where the day started with more puffing and panting from me as we hiked up a steep slope from the village to Fifth Season. Sandro was telling us, specifically those of us who usually brought up the rear, that we would have the option of taking a horse for the first 6-7 km after departing Fifth Season, for 200 laris per person. It was going to be another long hike today with some steep parts. Wei Jin was sold on the idea immediately, since he was pretty sore and tired from yesterday's glacier hike and thought it better to conserve as much energy as possible. I thought 200 laris was kinda steep, but gave in since I was interested in horse riding and my legs were still in protest from yesterday. I've only ridden one once in my life as a kid, and I am almost sure it was in a zoo. All the other South East Asians opted for the horse option too, so while the non-riders started their trek after coffee break at Fifth Season, us riders had an additional half an hour or so to chill there.

Oh boy, the view from Fifth Season was glorious. Just in front of the main wooden building there's an open area with hammocks for people to relax and enjoy the views. I was so absorbed in savouring the beauty and trying my best to swallow my disappointment that I wouldn't be staying overnight here (not helped at all by Sandro who claimed their dinner was one of the best in the area) that I didn't realize that my arms (on which I had neglected to apply sunblock) were slowly being baked by the sun. It was a sunny and hot day, but it wasn't until I started riding my mare that I realized they were turning red. So, never underestimate the Georgian sun, even when you're from the Equatorial region.
I must emphasise that my photo doesn't do the scenery the justice it deserves

I love my brown mare though, she was sweet and good tempered, AND she's also a mama horse. I became the envy of some Hong Kong ladies from another hiking group who were also riding with us, since her foal was constantly by our side the entire journey, trotting along with his mama. We went in small groups of twos or threes, with our horses tied to our local guide's in front leading the way. Wei Jin's and my guide was a young local boy who looked about 12 years old. I was a bit apprenhensive to have such a young guide (does he have sufficient work experience?!), but it was all good and he was a pro. The first part of the journey was mostly flat and I was starting to question my decision to take a horse (despite my love for mama horse), but then came some parts that were more hilly and we even had to ford a few rivers and streams. We passed by the non-riders from our group after quite some time and I was shooked at how much ground they managed to cover during their 30-40 minutes headstart. Guess horse riding was the right decision for me after all. Our ride came to an end after about an hour at the bottom of another steep hill, and I was pretty sad that I had to leave my mare and her foal. Now I'm all pumped up and eager to do somemore horse riding, can't wait for the next time.
I hope you will live a good life

The Chaukhi Massif

Anyway, I thought having my mare do 6-7 km of work for me would give me enough energy to climb the hill in front of us, but I was dead wrong. I had barely started before being overcomed with exhaustion. Then again, maybe I would have just keeled over if I didn't take the horse. The Fit Team overtook us as we struggled upwards, and we met them at the top for our lunch stop, a nice spot overlooking the Chaukhi Pass. During lunch, we were visited by one of the friendly stray mountain dogs and I tried to feed him the sausage from my lunch pack but he was overly enthusiastic and I couldn't manage to take the clingwrap off before he swallowed it whole. I hope he's doing ok after consuming plastic. After our scenic lunch, Wei Jin and I started hiking 5 minutes before the rest (but they soon caught up) to the next viewpoint before we would start descending. Sandro warned that we would have to wait for everyone to reach and gather before descending together because the first part of the descend was a bit tricky. The viewpoint was only 10 minutes away and soon when everyone was together again we decided to take our first proper group shot, albeit with bad lighting.
It sucks that the only group shot we had was backlit so badly

Initially the descend was tricky as Sandro had promised because it was a steep trek through the shale covering the hillside, we all went very slowly with Sandro at the front, trying not to slip and slide too much. After going down for some time, the trail evolved to a switchback dirt path cutting through the grassy undergrowth. The Fit Gang went much faster here, as if they had knees and joints of steel, it was not long before we mostly lost sight of them. Being at the back again with the Thai boys, we occasionally cut through the middle undergrowth covered portion cautiously in order to shorten the route. It felt like a pretty long time going down, despite having a pretty nice view of the surrounding valley. We found Sandro and most of our group resting at the bottom, while some had gone on to check out a lake we saw from the top when we were descending. After a quick break we were on our feet again for the last part of our hike - getting to the vilage of Roshka. This part was relatively flat especially considering what we had covered the past 2 days, it was mostly trekking through the valley surrounded by fields and wasn't too interesting. There was a clear path through the valley to follow at first but after a while the path ended (this was also around the time the team that went to the lake rejoined us) and we had to hike through fields before a path appeared again. It was another 2-3 hours of hiking, mostly uneventful except for a particularly muddy portion where Sandro was waiting to help us, before we finally reached the village of Roshka, the end of the trail bringing us right to the doorstep of our inn for the night - Rockside Inn.

I guess there's probably not many lodging options in Roshka, but Rockside made our first inn at Stepantsminda feel like luxury. The place was dusty since there was construction going on, there were only 2 showers for all the guests to share (15 of us plus some other guests), and the rooms were also the bare minimum. I was also quite annoyed that they didn't have hairdyers nor would they give me milk for my tea. I mean, milk seems like a pretty reasonable request. Dinner was also much poorer fare, meat wise there was only dry roast chicken and some fried fish, and even those were not enough. I decided to give the Canadian dude my portion of roast chicken that he was eyeing hungrily, since it didn't look that appetizing to me. After dinner some of us continued sitting at the dinner table chit chatting and drinking chacha, and Sandro even taught us how to toast Georgian style, all in all it was a very pleasant evening with good company.

According to the itenerary we were supposed to do another long hike on Day 4 before heading back to Tbilisi, but Sandro told us the night before during dinner that it took a long time to get to that area and the views were not as good as what we had already seen. Apparently there's some miscommunication between the people organizing the tour and the tour guides. Anyway we decided as a group not to do that hike and instead settled for an almost 1 hour hike in the village of Roshka. Nothing much to shout about for this one, there wasn't much to see and it involved hiking on the road that the vehicles used. The road was also untarred and muddy. We were rewarded with a nice river at the end but that was about it. We had our last lunch together at a Georgian restaurant on the road back to Tbilisi recommended by Sandro. It was a hearty meal especially after yesterday's dismal dinner, badrijani, salad, kebabs and lots of khinkali, as well as all types of Zedazani lemonade (there's even a tarragon flavoured one that tastes quite foul) and of course, wine. Unfortunately I didn't save the name of the restaurant. I liked how the terrace had tonnes of grapes growing on vines, from which we plucked a few to try.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. I was dreading the moment that we would have to part, but it came to pass, and we said goodbye to everyone at the Bicycle Monument, our initial meeting point just a few days ago. All in all it was a fantastic experience that even the stay in Rockside couldn't diminish, and most definitely the best part of my entire time in Georgia. I am blessed to have met these people and I hope I will get to meet at least some of them in the future. May the Gods grant me the fortune to continue meeting great people on my future hiking tours. Svaneti next?

Tuesday, May 7, 2024

A Tale of Two Islands: Perhentian vs. Tioman

Under normal circumstances I do not think I would ever go to two different Malaysian islands in the span of less than 2 months. Bolstered by the fear that I would be moving away from the East Coast soon, I decided that Wei Jin and I absolutely had to visit one of the islands, and we eventually decided on Perhentian. I can't remember how the idea for the trip to Tioman with Farah, Bella and Myra came about, but I knew I wanted to go travelling with them too because meeting up would be harder in the future. This post serves to compare the two experiences and also partly to salvage my writing skills.

Perhentian
Getting to the Port: It was a 3.5 hour ride from Kuantan to the tiny backwater town of Besut at the border of Terrenganu and Kelantan. So it would take around 7 hours to get there if one were coming from KL I guess. *shudders* The Eastcoast Highway (LPT) ends at Kuala Terrenganu, so after that it's all single lane country roads (i.e. you're screwed if there's a heavy vehicle in front of you). The good thing about Malaysian country roads is that there are lots of mini stalls by the roadside selling kuih, fruits, drinks etc. On the way back from Besut we stopped to get some akok and the seller was kind enough to give us a few free samples.

The Port Town - Besut: Small seaside town, a lot of the Perhentian hotels and travel agencies set up their offices in shophouses here. The port is quite small with minimal seating available. Along the way to the docking area there are lots of souvenir shops. What I didn't like was how there was a huge sign asking tourists to be mindful of their dressing and "cover up". I know Terrenganu is conservative, but they should really cut tourists some slack. You ain't being inviting at all trying to control what people wear, and also don't impose your belief of covering up on others.

Getting to/fro the Island: The hotel we were staying at (Perhentian Island Resort) provided a speedboat ride with return (I booked the package). We got on the boat with hotel staff and some tourists from Europe. The trip there was alright with the boat just bouncing lightly on the waves for about 25 minutes. The trip back to Besut on the other hand was slightly traumatic. The waves were very rough and the boat was constantly being thrown up into the air before crashing back down into the water. I gripped the side of the boat and held on for dear life the entire journey, which felt longer than 25 minutes.

The Island - Perhentian Besar: Beautiful clear turqoise waters and in the case of Perhentian Island Resort, a nice long strench of sandy beach. We walked to nearby resorts and their beaches were disappointing in comparison. They were either really narrow or could barely be called beaches, more like gravelly outcroppings. I heard that PIR is one of the oldest resorts, which is probably why they had dibs on the best strech of beach.

We went snorkelling on the morning of the second day to nearby areas, and it broke my heart to see that there was a noticeable amount of trash in the waters. I picked up at least 5 floating plastic bottle and threw them back into the boat during the few hours of snorkelling time. The boat captain didn't even bat an eyelid, he probably doesn't care or has already given up. I really hope there will be more enforcement and action taken soon or Perhentian's going to end up like Langkawi. Towards the end of the snorkelling session when we were reaching PIR's dock, the boat captain told us to spot the sea turtle and WE ACTUALLY SAW IT! It was my first time seeing a sea turtle in real life so this was really a highlight for me.
Hello Mr Turtle

We decided not to go to the neighbouring Perhentian Kecil island because the water taxi was kinda pricey (IIRC it was about RM30 one way). To be honest, we just spent most of our time lounging around the beach on the hotel's deck chairs, listening to the sound of the waves, falling asleep from time to time and even chatting with a friendly hotel staff who was chilling on the chair next to us. He told us he drove boats but was taking the day off because he had a stomach upset. Rats, I can't remember his name anymore. It was interesting listening to him talk about being an islander and the visitors from all over the world who came here.

The Hotel: The room we got was old, crummy and poorly maintained. It wasn't horrible, but I didn't have much expectations in the first place since I was just there for the sand and sea. If they gave the entire place a facelift it would instantly become one of the best resorts on Perhentian considering it already has a beach that is hard to beat. Then again I've yet to try Alunan or Mimpi Perhentian heh. Clealiness wise it's kinda hard to say, beach resorts don't give me a sense of clealiness because there's always so much sand around (cue Anakin moment). The food is buffet style with taste and variety on the dismal side, mostly Malay food but they also had pasta, just in case the foreigners don't dig Malay food I suppose. I booked the package that included all meals cause I was afraid that searching for food on the island might prove difficult, but on the last day when we walked around the area it turns out there were a few other eateries around belonging to the other hotels/motels. Also, I'm not sure if this is just a PIR things, but most of the hotel guests were foreign, mainly European. Honestly, the beach is the best thing about this place.


The Cost: The package cost us RM 700 each, the price inclusive of hotel room and meals for 2 nights, 2 snorkelling sessions and return speedboat trip. I spent quite a number of hours researching and found out that most of the 3-star resorts in Perhentian charged around this price point. In the end I just picked the resort which visually looked the most decent and had availability on my dates.

Tioman
Getting to the Port: Duration wise similar to Kuantan-Besut, about 3.5 hours along the coastal road. There is actually a jetty that is nearer called Tanjong Gemuk, but we didn't managed to get ferry tickets there cause we dallied. Road conditions were not as bad as feared, but since it also single laned, we got stuck behind slower vehicles a couple of times. Overtaking was extremely difficult because we were travelling in the night after work and there were barely any streetlights along the way. After passing through Pekan, there weren't many places to eat either, so we stopped by the first roadside stall that looked halfway decent, whic happened to be in a place called Nenasi (I do actually think they have pineapples there). The wait staff were nice enough but unfortunately the wait time was not and the tomyum I ordered was bland.

The Port Town - Mersing: We arrived in Mersing about 10:30 pm and our ferry was the next morning so we stayed in a little motel for the night. Not like Mersing is that well developed, but it was definitely an improvement from Besut. Mersing even has a Zus! There's also a fairly modern looking building next to the port where hotels, diving companies and ferry services set up stores. The jetty is considerably bigger with more seats and a digital screen showing ferry boarding times. I guess Mersing gets more traffic than Besut. No big dumbass sign asking people to cover up here, thank goodness. Johor's not really liberal either but they aren't as bad as Terrenganu and Kelantan.

Getting to/fro the Island: I never knew Tioman was so far out to sea (2 hours from Mersing) until this trip. I was kinda worried because the ferry company, Bluewater Ferry, that Farah booked had quite a number of bad reviews on Google, mostly about the ferry being old and seemingly un-seaworthy. It was definitely an old ferry and not well maintained, but our experience was generally pretty alright though, nothing much to complain about except for this noisy big family sitting in the same area. Honestly, after Perhentian I was just extremely thankful we didn't have to take a speedboat to get to Tioman. Then again, a 2 hour journey on speedboat sounds ridiculously dangerous not to mention uncomfortable.

The Island - Tioman (Salang Beach specifically): Beautiful clear turqoise waters as well, but after PIR, Salang Beach left me wanting a little more, it just didn't feel as sprawling and open as PIR's stretch. What I did like was how there was a RAMLY BURGER STALL OMG (there were some other small stores too but they were uninteresting), I immediately decided after laying eyes upon it that I was going to have an Island Ramly Burger no matter what.
Behold this blessed island Ramly Burger store

Aunt Flo decided to pay me a visit the very moment I got off the ferry so I didn't go snorkelling at all this time. I wasn't too disappointed, to be honest, since I had just come back from snorkelling at Perhentian not all that long ago. I did however have a lot of alone time to kill when the other girls went snorkelling and most of it was just spent reading at our overwater villa's balcony. I also read somewhere that the nearby resort Ella's Place knew where to find baby sea turtles so I took a walk over. When I greeted the Malay family there, one the kakaks went "Sure, I can show you while I feed them" and took me a little way out to sea in a little sampan where they had tied a little covered floating box to a buoy. Inside were some of the cutest things I have ever seen in my life, tiny little baby tutles swimming around with their tiny fippers. I picked one up and coo-ed over it while it flippered around on my palm. My motherly instints were on fire and every fibre of my being wanted to protect this tiny vulnerable life. The entire experience was incredibly magical. I am sort of disappointed I didn't manage to take a picture since I left my phone on land when I went out in the sampan, but then again maybe some moments don't have to be captured digitally. I am pretty sure this will end up being a core memory for me even if the details fade over time. I am incredibly thankful to the family at Ella's Place for the experience, I wasn't even a paying guest but they were kind enough to take the effort to show me the baby turtles. The kakak said they keep the baby turtles until they're about a month old to give them a better fighting chance in the wild, but at a risk to themselves since it's punishable by law to keep protected wildlife like that. May the Gods bless these kind souls.

The Hotel - Salang Indah: I had no part in deciding where to stay since Farah did all the arrangements for us. Salang Indah is one of those resorts consisting of a jumble of different styles of seaside chalets, definitely far from tasteful. To be honest I would probably not have chosen this place to stay in if I had been the one in charge, but that being said I had a pleasant time and the proprietess and her husband were pretty friendly (Farah said she is the daughter of a local Malay celebrity). I would argue that the room was comparable to PIR's, since it made up what it lacked in tastefulness by being newer and in much better condition. Actually now that I think of it I have to give the room here the upper hand since the balcony was on water, that's a clear enough win there. Funnily enough, in contrast to PIR, this resort's occupants were mostly Malay families, I only saw a few groups that were non-Malay. Again, all our meals were covered since we took the package, but in addition to the aforementioned Ramly Burger store there were quite a number of other dining options too, slightly more than when I visited Perhentian.

The Cost: We paid about RM500 each in total for hotel, meals, snorkelling (which I burned) and return ferry, but our room was a quad sharing. I guess even if we had gone for a double room the price would still have been cheaper than Perhentian, since PIR felt a bit more exclusive. I have zero idea how the other resorts on Tioman compare, since I didn't do much research and left it all to Farah.

Conclusion? Both islands were beautiful (a bit of pollution here and there sadly but I hope there's more awareness nowadays) and I wouldn't say one was better than the other. I mean, I got to see sea turtles at both, even that alone would have made those trips worthwhile. Bring on the next island vacay!

Friday, May 28, 2021

A Trip Down Chancery... ehh.. Memory Lane.

I was triggered to write this post because one sunny and very hot afternoon in the height of the Coronavirus pandemic, Yea Ji texted saying "Is it weird that I miss CnR Chinatown's laksa even though I'm in Malaysia now?".

At first, I went "Hmm CnR? Sounds familiar..." But I couldn't really put my finger on which restaurant this was. So I google maps it (turns out it's the one in one of Chinatown's side alleys), and the map of London on my screen brought up floods of fond memories. Sadly, these memories were hazy, half forgotten, and I knew that more would be lost to time. That's why after 5 years I decided to blog about London, maybe mostly about food, because I am a glutton.

CnR... CnR.... I doubt I have any photos of that place, as most of the Asian restaurants in London are kinda dinghy and frankly not photo worthy. After scavenging through my harddrive however, I do have a photo of the famous Four Seasons where they serve you a plate of what I call "fuck off oranges" together with the bill when you've finished dinner and they want you to get out fast so the next customer can come take your table. You know London, rent ain't cheap so the restaurants are mostly teeny tiny. And Four Seasons is always packed since it's one of the most famous Chinese restaurants.

Typical hanging chicken/duck/pork at glass window setup.


But when it comes to rudeness, there is no other than the notorious Wong Kei. I remember going there a lot with Weng Hoe in my first year since the food was cheap and portion was big, but boy did the waiters have attitudes. I think there was once where I wasn't confident reading out my order in Chinese so I just pointed on the menu and got chided for that. Food was meh but when you're a poor student craving some Asian food, Wong Kei is the cheapest option. Well either this or Misato. Misato also served nice generous portions of katsu curry chicken, I use to eat only half and then pack the other half for my lunch the next day. Hmm I don't seem to have any pictures of Misato either. I probably didn't take too many photos back in those days especially with my laggy Samsung phone. First year was a not a good time since we were all adjusting to life in London. I remember Oondy went into some sort of depression or something close to that. When we first arrived in London I used to go over to Hughes' Perry quite a bit to hang out with her. The shopping centre near her place was called The Brunswick and it had an amazing huge Waitrose which I loved. Used to buy all my Tyrells and Gu there since they had a large selection. Oh and some Waitrose instant meals from time to time. There was also this burger chain there called GBK and I had a lot of that since they had a decent student discount, like 30% off or something. I remember bringing Joanne there when she came over.

Fast forward to my second year and my dining experience got much better since the shock of having to pay in Pounds had worn off and I got my Petronas scholarship so financially I had more room to breathe. No more GBK, no more Wong Kei, no more Misato. This girl was moving up in life. I think it was then that we discovered Eat Tokyo, and I can say it became my favourite restaurant all the way to my fourth year, me loving Japanese food as it is. Sadly, once again I don't think I have any pictures of Eat Tokyo. We went so often it was like a norm. Their variety was great and the food quality and portion was decent for the price. It was the restaurant we (BS3 gang) went to on Christmas Eve after we came back from Austria, tired after a long journey. Since it was Christmas Eve, we even got presents in the form of chopsticks that night. I also remember the head chef in their Holborn branch looked like dad. When I go back to London I will definitely pay a visit there, just for old times' sake.

Second year was also the time Sara and I got into cupcakes. Hummingbird Bakery was a bit too sweet for us, but we loved Primrose Bakery, even though it was on the other side of Regent's Park, in a really quaint neighbourhood. I remember long walks and Barclays' bicycle trips to get there, but it was worth the effort.

Ahh Primrose, I do miss you.


I don't think I had Lola's more than a few times. It was alright.


Sara got these from Bea's for my birthday :)


Since I started this post with CnR, I need also mention my favourite Malaysian restaurant in London, Roti King. Their food was as Malaysian as you can get in London (CnR is good too!) but it has a special place in my heart since they have a dude making fresh roti canai there in front of the diners. Can you imagine being 10,000 km away from home and then seeing something like this? Watching him made me homesick yet slightly warm and fuzzy all at the same time.
You brought joy to me, you really did. :)


My third and fourth years were a lot of takeaway Wasabi, Nandos and Pret as we laboured over our design and research projects. Fourth year was the best since that was the time I shared Lizman House with Sara, Joolin and Eujin. All of them were great cooks and tidy people, still the best housemates ever. We cooked so many dinners together and had so many great conversations over dinner. There was one late spring/early summer night during the height of the Pokemon Go fever where we spotted Mr Mime on our maps but it was on the other side of Euston Road. So we slip on jackets over our pajamas and scrambled across Euston Road in our slippers to catch some Mr Mime. Fourth year was also the time I finally let myself loose a little, joining dance together with Sara and Wenying, watching a tango performance in Borough market, exploring fancier food places, one of which I have pictures of is Brasserie Zedel. To be honest, I don't think the food was anything that special (or did I order the wrong thing?) but I remember the restaurant being...grand... magnificent... fancy schmancy.

Look at my face of awe.




I also finally went to a Michellin star restaurant - Yauatcha, with my coursemates (I can't remember whether this was in my second or third year). The dim sum was very good I guess, but I don't really know what makes a restaurant star-worthy. I don't even have any photos of the dim sum, only of the desserts. Hah, you can see where my priorities lie.



My love for Mexican food was also discovered during this time. There's not as many Mexican places in London as there are in the states, but I did have my fair share of Chipotle (Guac!) and Wahaca. I'm not sure why Joanne dislikes Chipotle. Thinking of coriander and lime rice with shredded chicken and black beans topped with a generous amount of guac is making me hungry. I'm pretty sad Chipotle hasn't come to Malaysia, but I don't think many Malaysians know how to appreciate Mexican food. I don't remember what Wahaca's food was like, but I remember its restaurant was bright and very colourful. Again, frustrated at myself for not having pictures.

One of the places that I frequented especially in my fourth year when I threw most of my concept of money out of the window was a tiny place (I think there was a total of 3 or 4 tables) near Finchley Road called Lanka. It's a Japanese-French cafe run by a Japanese that originally attracted me because it had a number of pretty decent green tea desserts. Actually, the green tea taste of their cakes were not as strong as I would have liked them to be, but overall their stuff were solid and this place slowly overtook Primrose to became my favourite dessert place in London. I still follow them on Facebook til this day, and have been craving their Green Tea Tart to the point where I considered trying to bake it myself. In the end I chickened out since I can't even get my brownies to taste the way I want them to. Another place to re-visit when I get to London.

Clockwise: Green Tea Chocolate Gateau, I-can't-remember-what-this-was, Earl Grey Creme Brulee, Green Tea Roll Cake. The Earl Grey Creme Brulee was especially heavenly when I shared it with Amanda and Rae, but another time I had a whole Creme Brulee to myself and felt ill after that because it was so rich. The downfalls of gluttony.


I think I will end my post here on a sweet note with Lanka. :) After this pandemic, Europe will definitely be on my travel list.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

The Unfit Hikers: Taking Mount Fuji!

First, I will preface this by saying I don't think I want to hike Fuji anymore after this. It was an arduous journey with no decent pay-off at the end. I don't necessarily regret my decision, since it was still an interesting experience, I just wouldn't do it again.

The day before the hike, my hiking buddy Nabil and I stayed at this simple but comfy inn in Kawaguchiko called the Fujizakura after taking the bus from Shinjuku. We picked Fujizakura because it is close to the train and bus station, but that side of town is really boring. Still much nicer than South-East Asian villages I guess, but the small shops and businesses dotted along the main road are all spaced out so we had to walk about 800 metres to the nearest viable food option for dinner, a tempura shop next to the train and bus station. Honestly this tempura shop is probably the best place to eat this side of town if you can't afford the more expensive restaurants. And it's next to the train station! Little did I know this place would save our lives the following day...

Good ol' Fujizakura


Shots of our fav Kawaguchiko eating spot


The tempura master in his element


Good tempura, paired with beer, is like a matchmake in heaven


Ooh, I should probably mention about the Takegawa udon in the picture above, which is supposed to be a local speciality. I prefer the standard broth with Sanuki udon to be honest, but then again I didn't go to a proper udon restaurant in Kawaguchiko (there's quite a few around), pretty sure this tempura place ain't got any strength when it comes to udon, so I'll reserve my judgement till the day I visit a proper Takegawa udon restaurant. Anyway we slept early after watching some tennis on Japanese TV (I think Naomi Osaka was playing? Gosh my memory sucks). Woke up the next day and took a late morning bus from the train and bus station (which was really crowded, hiking season I guess) to Fuji-Subaru 5th Station where we had a proper lunch before starting our hike.

The 5th Station was swarming with tourists too. Mostly tourists who did not intend to hike, judging from their attire. If you ask me, I really doubt there's any point in coming to the 5th Station if you don't want to hike, because this place is just a couple of souvenir shops and a shrine... unless there's some amazing scenic area I don't know about. The weather was quite erratic IIRC, when we first arrived it was kinda misty with a slight drizzle, slightly chilly, and then after that the sun came out and burned all the mists to nothing, but then the mist and drizzle came back again and so on...

A photo I managed to snap when the mist disappeared


Gotta thank the gods for keeping me safe during this hike


Obligatory commemorative photo


After lunch we finally started our hike up. No fear at all about getting lost here, there are sufficient trail markers and hordes of people to follow. We weren't in any rush because we booked our rooms at Toyokan, which is only about half way up Fuji, about 3-4 hours away from the 5th Station. Even though that meant we had to hike at least another 4 hours to get to the summit from Toyokan, the reason for Toyokan rather than a hut closer to the summit was because after looking through tonnes of Fuji mountain huts photos and comments, it became pretty clear that Toyokan definitely had the best rooms. Fuji mountain huts in general are known for being expensive, dingy and spartan, so we were pretty happy to be able to get a booking at the best place Fuji could offer.

There's nothing spectacular on the way up, it's just rocks and more rocks really. And it was drizzling sporadically, but nothing too extreme. Reached Toyokan way before sunset, the friendly hostess briefed us on the house rules in perfect English and we had an early dinner of hamburger (Japanese style, no bread) and rice before heading off to our beds, uhh I mean sleeping bags, around 7 pm, because we had to wake up around midnight to continue if we wanted to catch the sunrise. Yup on Mount Fuji even money can only get you a sleeping bad in a small claustrophobia-inducing partitioned area in a room shared by 20-30 others.

I didn't sleep very well. Honestly I don't think I have ever slept at 7 pm before in my life (jetlag situations aside). A comfy mattress with feather pillows would have definitely helped, but ain't no one bringing those up to Fuji, so we had to contend ourselves with the sleeping bags. I wanted to make good use of my 10,000 yen though, and I knew I needed some rest if I wanted to hike another 4 hours to the top and then another 4-5 hours for the descend. so I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my brain to shutdown. Guessed it did work because I woke up a few hours later. So after a few sessions of fitful sleeping and waking, it was finally time for us to wake up for good and start hiking in the dark to the summit to catch the sunrise.

Ahh, the very beginning


The way up is a lot of this


And this


There's a lot of clouds too I guess


This is what 10,000 yen can get you


This second part of the journey was something of a torture. The path up is steep, especially the part just after Toyokan. The rain was also heavier now compared to during the day, pelting mercilessly at the steady stream of hikers going up towards the summit in the night. Although my Eddie Bauer jacket was good enough to keep my upper body warm and dry, my pants, socks and shoes were not waterproof so I got soaked pretty fast. Hiking in the dark is also a completely different animal from its day counterpart because visibility is so poor that one has to pay extra attention and tread very carefully if one does not want to break his/her neck or go crashing down into the people below. There was definitely no fear of getting lost though, because everyone wants to catch the sunrise so it almost feels more like a moving queue up to the summit, especially nearer to the top. The going was very very slow indeed, but it's not like I could have gone any faster anyway. I was shivering from the cold and wet and exhausted from the physical exertion and lack of sleep. I'm pretty sure Nabil felt the same way too. It got so bad, we gave up on catching the sunrise and decided instead to take a short break at Goraikoukan, the hut closest to the summit. This short break consisted of sipping hot chocolate while shivering violently and pitifully inside the hut. It was still raining and at one point we almost decided to pay another 10,000 yen to screw the entire thing and sleep till our hearts content at Goraikoukan instead. I don't know how and why we pushed on.

We were already too late for the sunrise when we finally reached the summit, and although the rain finally let up, it was still freezing cold up there (I think it was about 5 deg C). Unfortunately, due to the weather, there was no view to be had at all, just loads of mists blocking our view of the valley bellow. So you see, after about 8 hours of hiking in total, getting soaked to the bone and shivering our asses off for the last 4 hours or so, we couldn't even get a good view from the top. Fuji just basically gave us a big "Fuck You" haha. Sadly I took a total of 3 photos on the summit because photo-taking becomes a lesser priority when you're trying not to die from hypothermia.

Thanks for being a champ Nabil! We did it!


I think we basically did only 2 things before starting our descent:
1. Huddle inside a small cafe hut to warm ourselves up. Not very effective because the cafe's huge entrance way was kept open for customers to shuffle in and out. Also, I happily ordered corn sup to warm myself up and received... canned corn sup. In a drinking can, like the type you drink soda from. It tasted absolutely disgusting. Took a sip and then after that I used the can to warm my hands. When there was no more heat left to absorb I chucked it away (sorry).
2. Huddle inside a stinking public toilet to warm ourselves up. It was smelly, it was dirty, but oh we were so reluctant to leave because it was considerably warmer inside. Never in my life would I have imagined that I would choose to hang out in a stinking toilet under any circumstances.

Before coming here, I had plans of sending a postcard from the post office on top of Fuji, walking around... exploring... but I completely forgotten about those plans due to my sufferings. I just wanted to get down from there and huddle up in someplace warm. So after getting my souvenir wooden pole stamped in the shrine (yes there's a shrine), we descended the mountain. Descending was even duller. Imagine just circling round and round the mountain for hours and hours with this being your only view:



I was thinking miserably about how walking round and round like that forever with no end could potentially be some form of eternal damnation. It even started raining again when we were close to the bottom. Still, finally the reddish soil part ended and we found ourselves back on the path that we trekked up the day before, only now we were in the opposite direction. I was so thankful when the buildings of the 5th Station finally came into view.

While it was definitely a memorable experience hiking Fuji, but I think I'll just leave it as a once in a lifetime thing. Some things are better from afar:

From a distance... Fuji is all beauty and grace


Omake: When we finally got back to Kawaguchiko station, we were extremely exhausted and still soaking wet. Although we wanted to check into the swanky hotel we booked and crash into bed immediately, we thought it better to grab a quick bite first. Thanks to the tempura shop from the day before, we didn't have to walk any further. I traipsed water everywhere, made the chair I sat on wet and the tempura doesn't taste that great when you're cold and tired, but I am still extremely grateful for the presence of that little tempura shop. Ah, what would we have done without you?