Friday, October 30, 2009

4D3N Genting Highlands - Bukit Tinggi - Melacca

Wooh...finally we (supposedly Q6 but due to some circumstances, only md, ps, pw & I) got to go to Malacca! It's been 3 years since we were talking about this. Luckily we still manage to do it as we’re in our fourth year now (No more hanging out as we will be on different track then – Vitamin C – Graduation). Anyway, it was fun throughout the trip. Although there were many obstacles on the way, our trip lasted for four days as planned.

The journey began at 3pm on 8th Nov 2006 from Parit Buntar to Genting Highlands. And why Genting Highlands first? It was an impromptu idea given by two inexpert girls who have never even driven a car for more than 10km. Roughly 6 hours of cramping on the backseats, playing some silly games (namely Beng Di Shui Guo), laughing and joking, including dinner and ‘perhentian’, not to mention an engine ignition problem (1), at last we reached our destination. Due to a late booking, we were offered a standard room in First World (which is only a 0-star hotel) at RM 90 per night (kinda expensive as it’s a weekday mind you). After showers and fighting for mattresses and pillows (because those who lost would get the divan and since 6 persons = 3 pillows, thus, 2 persons = 1 pillow, simple mathematics rite?), we headed straight for, where else if not the Casino, the only entertainment available at night. After a few minutes of strolling around, looking and trying to understand some complicated card games, we decided to settle down at the so called ‘boring’ slot machines. One of us, the gambling queen, could not hold her horses, took out a ten ringgit note and slipped it in without our awareness. Before long, her fortunate touch transformed her RM10 into RM30. Her win motivated some of us and if you were here, you could see more ten ringgits coming out from our pockets. That’s the trick of Uncle Lim! A few bets gone and the clock stroke 2am. Since we needed to get up early the next morning, it was time for bed.

There were six of us sharing the small room – all have at least some gambling urge, for instance:

I – managed to control myself on the first nite (or rather kept my pretentious self), but got addicted badly the second morning causing our scheduled departure to be delayed.
[Gross win RM22.80, Uncle Lim 0: Sc 1]
Md (the gambling queen I was talking about) – so into the ‘kiss-blowing-lady’ slot machine, got upset when the whole lot of these machines got closed down for cleaning purposes.
[Gross win RM22.50, Uncle Lim 0: Md 1]
Ps – resisted the urge yet after seeing others on their winning streak, started to bet but lost. However, her unsatisfied self made her seek revenge on the second day, alas, victory.
[Gross win RM35, Uncle Lim 0: Ps 1]
Pw – supposedly the biggest gambler, once she starts playing, she will never stop. Therefore, she tried not to touch the machine on the first night. Nevertheless, she did play after all.
[Gross loss RM18, Uncle Lim 1: Pw 0]
St – went to play while we were all sleeping [his theory: cannot play when we are around]. He won RM60 but his ‘wanna win more’ attitude turned the number down to just RM18. Well, he still won.
[Gross win RM18, Uncle Lim 0: St 1]
Dk – just stood there to give support and to accompany the others. Sounds like a good guy right? Nope, it’s because of his ‘kiam siap’ attitude oh! He doesn’t want to contribute to Uncle Lim’s RM5.6 billions.
[Gross win/loss RM0, Uncle Lim 0: Dk 0]

On the second day, we bid farewell to the slot machines, unwillingly, and headed for another famous highland – Bukit Tinggi. Going up the sloppy hill was quite a nightmare, especially for an eight-year-old problematic Honda City with four self-claimed overweight girls on the backseats. The engine died (2) as soon as we reached the entrance. We stopped and let the automobile rest for five minutes (as warned by the owner), just 50 meters in front of the toll gate. Along the way to Japanese Garden, the engine refused to work again (3). With a high 30 degree slope, I guess this is where the Newton’s Law applies. As future engineers, we sure know the way to overcome the gravity problem – get out of the car. Since we always declare our weight problems, it’s understood who should go for bus number 11 (walking) – the girls. After all the struggles, we found out that there was nothing much happening up there in Bukit Tinggi except for the beautiful scenery. And we paid RM16 per person for that! Thanks for the recommendation.
[Gross loss RM96, Bukit Tinggi 1: Everybody 0]
* Sorry, still in the ‘Genting’ mood







We continued our journey to Malacca after the five-hour stop at lousy Bukit Tinggi. It took us a little more than two hours to reach St’s house. We unloaded our bags at his room, a room that could accommodate all of us comfortably. Guess what? This time no more fighting for mattresses as there were sufficient soft ones and 6 persons = >6 pillows, for your information. After refreshing ourselves, we headed for the famous Malaccan food – satay celup. Satay celup is nothing but the same as ‘Lok Lok’ in Penang, except for the boiling stock which is substituted by the peanut satay gravy. It was tempting and delicious, but we did not know that the spicy peanuty gravy was a bit too hard on the throat considering that 50% of us got terrible sore throat the next day. Lucky for me, my antibody is just strong enough, thanks to Redoxon.

Day three of our trip, commenced with our drive to A Famosa Resorts. On the way, we noticed something was not quite right; one of our members had an emotional crash, feeling so depressed out of no reason. However, it did not affect our excursion as we managed to turn her downs up. After taking a few pictures and while we were on our way out, the car ‘mati enjin’ again (4). This was the fourth time, contrary to my ancestors’ belief which states that everything will end after third time (Bo 3 Pu Seng Le). Next was lunch at a chicken rice shop in the city. It was no ordinary chicken rice as the rice served was in ping-pong ball shapes. Actually, this is another trademark cuisine of Malacca. The place was fine, the chicken was smooth and tender, and the price was reasonable. We had an after-meal walk at Jonker Street to get some souvenirs. Our decision to visit Cowboy Town that evening was cancelled due to the ‘unpretty’ weather. We settled for the next best thing, Dataran Pahlawan, the biggest shopping mall in south Malaysia. Some locally produced foods were bought from there and we went back to ‘oink oink’.







Koo, koo, koo… good times slip away so fast, it was time to say ‘bye bye’ to Malacca. St treated us some heavy breakfast – Dim Sum before we departed. It was a long, boring and tiring journey back. I slept and woke up several times throughout the drive. Lastly, I reached Penang at 9pm.

Overall I enjoyed the trip very much. I hope there will be more in the future.
Well, It’s time for me to rest my fingers now. Good night, Acer-ene!

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