Breathing a little mountain air is said to do one good. So we decided to saddle up and head uphill… so we can inhale lots and lots of mountain air. 4,000 or 6,000 cm³ per inhalation, I should hope.
Soon after, we found ourselves at the little mountain village of Janda Baik because of a friend, who has a tract of land up here upon which he’s made a campsite with lots of trees, split-level terrain, a simple gazebo, an artificial creek and waterfalls cutting across the site… and a natural stream across the path from his land.
It’s still a work in progress, so there are still lots to build. But it’s good enough for me. Irfan, of course, enjoyed himself and said he’d love to return. And when we return, we shall bring in tow: a tent, a couple of sleeping bags, a torchlight and some delicious consumables. (Maybe some books, paper, pencil and dice?) If it’s not raining, I can even sleep under the gazebo while Ain and Irfan sleep indoors.
Below is an image of the site coming up the path.
Oh… in case anyone was wondering, Janda Baik literally means “Good Widow”. Which is not too bad, I guess, compared to a Bad Widow… which is bad, one supposes.