I have been riding solo for the past few months now. The beauty of biking is that you do not need to rely on anyone but yourself. Unlike tennis, you do not need anyone to play with you. You just jump on your bike and go. Today is no exception, the last day of the Raya long weekend holidays, not a Sunday but it sure felt like one.
I did the usual run off the mill, Semaba route but with a twist at the end. With the Semaba route, I usually end up with only 20 odd kilometers. Inferior complex sets in and I needed more. I ended up in Kampung Sungai Maong, a Malay village. A small road that branched off the main road caught my eye. Made the turn and a jewel awaited me. As I ride the road leading to the village, I felt young again (something that we treasure as we past over the hill in age). Flashback to the time when Mark (my cousin in crime) and I used used to cycle the roads in our childhood neighbourhood. My mum would always scorned us for that because she claimed that we were measuring the road for the multiple council. Alis for my mum, we were actually discovering new territory, like a dog marking his territory every time he lifts up his leg. That is what I felt this morning, like a kid discovering something new.
Picture which I took as I past the bridge leading to Kampung Sungai Maong.
Another picture from the bridge.
Picture which I took at a small jetty at the village.
Another picture from the jetty.
Cheers and until next time, to all my muslim friends, here's wishing you all a Selamat Hari Raya..... J
