On the way back from Pasir Mas, Irfan met a river. It was raging force of nature filled with teh tarik after a sustained rainfall in the mountains. We just came from over the mountain.
The river
This is no pond and there’s no melody coming from it.
Closer view
Yay! Tiny maelstroms!
Stairs to Styx
I wonder if you walk down the stairway there’s a forcefield that protects you as you descend down into the depths towards the hidden fortress of the river folk.
Bye, river
There might probably have been adventure on the other side of the swollen river.
Soon after we resumed our journey home.
