MALAYSIA DAY AT PORT DICKSON AND AN ADVENTURE

As we approached Port Dickson, the familiar over-bright glare of the sun was there to greet us. I think the reflection of  the sun hitting the sea of the Malacca Straits, then bouncing back to the sun and coming back down onto P.D., causes the extra glare. Hence, it requires hat shades and sunglasses for comfort.

It’s nice to be back in Port Dickson again.

We, that is, Jeannie, The Batik Influencer and my wife; and I, wanted a short break from the hustle and hustle of city life. Did I type hustle and hustle? Yes, I did. We needed a break.It shows.

Jeannie got our daughter, Laura; to book us into a hotel. It was a long weekend holiday. After much thought and discussion on how to avoid the traffic jams to and from P.D., we avoided going down (since P.D. is southwest of us [South is “down /  bottom of maps so it would not be too correct to say “going up south” ]) on Saturday or Sunday and planned to go on Monday and be back on Tuesday.

“Let’s go”, Jeannie harkens, as she beckons for us to get to the whitish, light brownish sands of the attractive beaches lining the west of the state of Negri Sembilan.

Getting to Port Dickson or P.D. was a breeze. Jams almost seemed like a myth and worrying about them was unnecessary. Since, we were fairly early, we stopped by at the Scottish eating place for lunch. Notice words like breeze, myth, fairly... all somehow related to the weather. Pun?

Anyway, the Scottish eating (no, we do not eat Scottish people) place was serving a samurai (because it had teriyaki sauce) burger (I know what you are thinking… Scottish and Japanese are poles apart). It was quite good. The burger patty size was what it used to be back in the good old days – big.

We checked in to our room slightly early. The hotel and the beach were crowded with people. Everyone was enjoying themselves on the long weekend holiday. Jeannie and I, we just wanted to relax and enjoy the seaside.

🎵We are on a summer Holiday♪🎶 (a line from one of the fabulous Cliff Richard’s songs)…Happy to be in Port Dickson, again.
The Batik Influencer with one of her JEANNIE’S OWN Batik Cape Creations.
JEANNIE’S OWN Batik Cape Creations. Perfect for any occasion. Wear it anywhere, anytime.
The Batik Influencer with one of her JEANNIE’S OWN Batik Cape Creations. This is how to dress casual on the beach.

We went down to the beach at about 5pm, when the weather was slightly cooler. We walked the length of the beach which was about 500 meters in length. It was a slow walk as we had to maneuver between adults, children and tents (lots of tents were out, up. Most of them were set up further up the shore). There definitely was no shortage of enjoyment. It was fun…for these adventurers I guess. I’d opt for the less travelled part – air-conditioned rooms with comfortable beds. Not to forget clean toilets, too.

This boat with the 4 Yamaha v8 high performance engines – not mine. Mine is like (next picture):

Jeannie had prepared sandwiches from home, which we had for dinner…the sandwiches, that is. We had coffee flowing throughout the evening (for me), while I figured some work out, including upcoming articles and what’s next for the next three months leading to the end of the year. Lots of ideas…our goals are quite on track. The fun part is to explore new ideas.

With a quarter horsepower lawn mower engine. Notice the sunroof.

Breakfast was early for us. We sat on the terrace of the dining hall, to enjoy the cool breeze that came in with each wave of the sea that was washed onto the beach. We weren’t the only ones enjoying breakfast on the terrace. So too; were the crows. The minute food was left on the table unattended, these black birds came swooping in to have a go at the food. When we saw this, we moved to a table inside the dining hall. So much for eating on the terrace to enjoy the breeze and wide open spaces.

After breakfast, Jeannie went to the beach again to spend some time with the water; while I went back to the room to get more work done.

We checked out of our hotel at half 12, to our next destination – a sort of adventure to locate the house(s) my parents, my late sister, Jennifer; and I, stayed over 60 years ago when my father was in the army. My parents were very young at that time. Jennifer; was about 2 or 3 years old and I, a year 4 days younger than Jennifer at that time. The story in the next essay.

Jeannie and I wish all Malaysians, around the world, HAPPY MALAYSIA DAY.

PS: The location of our house is in the army camp. And another thing, no traffic jams on our way back home.

BARE FEET 10 KILOMETER WALK – Pt2

cont. from BARE FEET 10 KILOMETER WALK (28th January 2025)

Yes, this is part 2, a continuation of the earlier essay. After all, it was a long walk in the sand (most of the time, I was on the sand).

An early morning light, gentle cool breeze was blowing ever so softly. It didn’t seem to come in from the direction of the sea. It was not strong enough for people to pause everything they were doing to say, “ah yes, I feel the breeze”. Most things are taken as a given or for granted, or with a “so what?” attitude.

The sun was up, not overhead. It was still in the distant east, but climbing at a steady pace to meet its overhead position at noon.

As I stretched my gaze to the edge of the sea in the distance, I could see ships, three of them, all keeping a safe distance between each of them, move from the south upwards to the north (I still have my sense of direction). This would mean that many of them would have made their way from ports in the east like Sabah, Sarawak, China, Japan, and other countries to the west, upwards to Europe and the U.S. Come to think of it, this would mean that vessels travelling from the east, going around Peninsular Malaysia; would be travelling on the right side of the Straits of Malacca, going up north to Europe and the rest of the west.

Therefore, vessels coming from the west, would use the left side of the Straits of Malacca (closer to the Indonesia), and go around the peninsular to head to the east. The narrow Straits of Malacca is one of the busiest sea lanes in the world, with about 94,000 ships (200 ships per day) (1) passing through it each year.

I got the walking exercise on the Samsung Health app on my Samsung Galaxy Watch 7 Ultra fired up. I think Samsung’s Health app is one of the most comprehensive health information trackers there is available today. It is worth noting that this is one of the most accurate health data providers. It tracks almost all of my health extensively on a daily basis. The caveat I place on it is that the information it comes out with are only indications to how I am doing, health wise. Nevertheless, I find it fun to use.

The length of the beach was only about 300 meters long. So, I was walking up and down, from point to point and return, quite quickly. At the beginning of the “journey”, the beach had quite a lot of people on it, though not enough to say it was crowded. After a few laps on the beach, I removed my cheap, rubber slippers and parked them next to where Jeannie had left hers. It was the spot, water-wise, where Jeannie was in the sea.

When I started walking bare foot (feet?), I had hardly covered a few hundred steps. I found that walking on the damp sand was easier that in the dry beach sand, where each step , I sunk in the sand by a few millimeters, and momentarily, lost my balance, due to the unevenness of the sand. This was kind of slowing me down, too; as I like to keep a quick pace and complete my daily walk within the 1 hour 50 minutes to 1 hour 57 minutes.

As I walked on the damp sand, my speed (pace) picked up. After a short while, I had created a trail of footprints back and forth. I knew they were mine. First of all the pattern and path were the same, to and fro. Then, the size of the footprints. It was size 8,9, or 10 (depending on which country measurement is used). I usually use US size 9.

Within an hour, the crowds on the beach had swelled up. People who were there for sometime, must have been wondering to themselves while watching me walk down the beach to the other end, and then return, then go down the beach again, creating laps, “This guy is crazy or what? (“Or what?” is very Malaysian. Not quite sure if a statement has been made or a question has been asked), patrolling the beach up and down”. What must have made them even more curious was that the sun turned up its heat, like it had a knob to raise or drop its temperature; and yet, I was walking like there was no stopping me.

During my walk, I allow my mind to roam freely. Sometimes, I take in the scenes around me, the people and any thing that may be out of the ordinary.

Letting my mind roam freely is freedom. No Artificial Intelligence (AI), Chat GBT or anything like that can ever mimic the mind of a human, that’s my belief. The creators of these technologies would like you to believe that these technologies do, until you ask them if their minds can be replicated. More important question, “Will they allow their minds to be replicated?”

As I passed the 8km distance I walked, I realised that I was at my usual regular speed as per my daily walks. Before long, I crossed the 10 kilometer distance, and hit 10.46 kilometer when I achieved the 15,000 – step goal.

Wow! I actually walked 10 kilometers barefooted. That was a record of sorts for me at least. It seems like a crazy thing to do when I think back. Sure, the beach and sand were kind to my feet. Not much pebbles or any other thing that otherwise would have hurt my feet. I did feel a couple of blisters building up though; but not too serious.

I walked back to my slippers which I laid next to Jeannie’s on the beach. They were gone, both pairs were stolen! I waved Jeannie to come up from the water and asked if she noticed someone around our slippers, as they had disappeared. Jeannie said she was too busy enjoying herself to notice any slipper thief or anybody that resembled a slipper thief (not that she or even I, would know what a slipper thief looks like).

It did not bother us as our “feet protectors”, otherwise known as slippers; weren’t expensive. We walked barefoot back to the hotel, satisfied with ourselves; that she spent time in the water and I, did my 10 kilometer walk – both having accomplished what we set out to do for the day.

If you have a chance to do something wild (not too wild, I hope) or something out of the (extra) ordinary, please share it in the comments. I am not sure if I will pull off another “stunt” like this again.

NOTES:
1. Wikipedia

ABSOLUTELY HAPPY TO SEE HER HAPPY

Our location in Port Dickson.

Last night, after dinner; I remembered I had to take my medication and realised that I forgot to bring it along for the trip. I straight away googled for pharmacies in Port Dickson. It was nearing to 9.00pm at that time. A couple of Health Lane Family pharmacies showed up. Called (telephone-d, rang) them up to check if they had the medication and what time were their closing hours. Jeannie and I went to the nearest location and got the stuff.

The rest of our evening was chill and relaxed. Which meant that the Batik Influencer and the Hatted Writer were in an air-con (short for air conditioner) room, relaxed but working. We (or at least I) hit the sack by midnight.

The next morning came…sort of sprung up rather quickly. Jeannie was out of the room already. She said she was going for a very early morning jog on the beach. Looking out the sealed window, the weather was beautiful. Bright, sunny, yet not scorching hot.

The view of the ocean was beautiful. The soft, light blue skies, filled with white-to-light-grey pillow like clouds; met the ocean right at the tip of the earth. This was as far as the eye could see. On the right, was Port Dickson harbour. There was a cargo ship, anchored near the wharf. Decorating the scenic view of the sky and the sea in the distant distance, were two other cargo ships on what looked like they were heading north.

At the breakfast hall.

Jeannie was back by 9.00am. We went down to the breakfast hall, which was already crowded with people. We found a nice place to sit. The breakfast offerings was a good choice, from nasi lemak, fried noodles, scrambled eggs, sausages, potatoes, cereal to honey dew and papaya. There was the usual coffee and tea and orange juice; that complimented the breakfast. We both, had a fairly light breakfast. The breakfast was good.

Of course, we were not in P.D. for eating, or at least; it wasn’t our main focus. It was the sea and the beach, feeling the ocean rush up to shore over our feet, bringing along with it, the fine sand. So, off we went.

As I stood, watching Jeannie enjoying herself in the water, it was bringing up more and more sand with each wave that came in. My left foot in ankle-deep sand.

The Batik Influencer inspires the scenery to be beautiful. Yes, the one with the straw hat.
This picture is priceless. Jeannie, absolutely happy. It made me absolutely happy to see her happy. The simple moments in life.

And the Olympic medal of the year goes to…the Batik Influencer.

This is perhaps for a next essay?

Now, you know where the term, “beach bum” comes from. Camping on the beach. There were so many campers. They were having fun. “Aaah! This is the life”, you can imagine them think to themselves.

A view with the beach behind us.

A view of the hotel as we face the beach.

The sun started to scorch at around 11.30am. It was also time for us to freshen up, pack and check out of the hotel.

We started our journey home at about noon. As we passed by the public area of the beach, it was crowded with happy people. The shops and stalls would be thriving in business. The weather looked as it was going to hold up for the rest of the day. This time, on our way out; we were conscious not to take “short cuts”. I generally knew my bearings and we were soon on the highway.

Traffic along the way was heavy, but moving at a fair pace. We got home at 2.00pm only to feel the heat from the sun, bearing down on us. One would think it is the same sun when we were in P. D., which seem to be more accommodating by not being so hot.

As we got our things from the car, into the house; we started talking about plans for our next P.D. trip. Before we could get into much serious conversation; we snoozed off.💤💤💤

BEACH, WATER, SAND, SUN, HATS

Once we settled our things in our room at the hotel; we went to do what we came here to do in the first place: go to the beach. Walk in the sands and the water, as the ocean gushed in, bringing with it heaps of soft sand.

Jeannie wasted no time in gathering treasures from the beach, rocks of all forms, shapes and sizes. Wherever she goes, she must pick up bits and pieces of nature. She picked up large maple and other leaves, acorns on our trips to the U.S., Europe and Australia; shells of all shapes, sizes and colours from previous beach holidays. Today, it is rocks. She has a keen eye for the beauty of things that escape my attention.

Here, the Batik Influencer is sporting a straw hat, something that she may incorporate in her fashion ideas perhaps?

A little ball of green weed that fought to keep itself on the beach. With it each incoming wave of water from the ocean; it was getting to look more difficult. However, it fought gallantly even though the odds were stacked heavily against it.

All smiles, definitely.

Corus hotel is many years old, and it shows it. Our room is very comfortable, with two king size beds, good view of the ocean and full room amenities. There’s a swimming pool and and a games room for indoor games.

A new edition to her collection.

All these things that she picks up and wants to bring home with us. I say “No bringing any of this stuff back”. Somehow or another, I will find her new found treasures or collection in our house.

Another nice pic. The setting sun bursting through the clouds, bouncing off onto the waters, creating flickering sparkles as the waves move.
The water feels good…sooo good.

The sky as my background: Perfect.
The magic lamp?

A postcard style picture of our hotel (yellow in colour). The hotel is many years old, and it shows it. Our room is very comfortable, with two king size beds, good view of the ocean and full room amenities. There’s a swimming pool and and a games room for indoor games.

A scene from one of those panama movies.

She’s happy. She’s got a bounty full of “treasures”.

Nice picture.
On our way back to the hotel as the sun went down.

Back in our room. The view from the window was lovely.

Stitching(?) / S-Penning an essay together. Could be described in the normal normal way, but…

A nice corned beef sandwich prepared by the Batik Influencer. She is an expert in food and is also a great chef in her own rights..
Relak la brudder ( local slang) for take a break and chill.

One of the treasures Jeannie found on the beach. She immediately came up with the idea of this natural and beautiful pen-holder.

A good first day of our holiday in Port Dickson.

Jeannie, in top form, feeling the ocean at her feet and the sifting sands, sort of crumble away as the waters rush back to the ocean.