Saturday, 12 January 2019

We Love Bali, Brompton World Travelers (22-25 November 2018) : Day 1 - Kuta and Ubud



Hypnotizing gaze
Anna's first overseas trip with her B!
Upon arrival at Ngurah Rai Airport
Waiting for our bikes
Finally met the darling, Nerica
With the splendid Wisurya crew members
Lunch stop
With Cindy and Ketut
With Yusron, Kadek and Sin Tai Lim
With Kit and See Wan from Macau
With the MAN himself, Kano!
With Andrew
With Iwan, Pang Wen, Hui Min, Siew Yung, Tuacee, Jenny, Anne and Mr Leong
Getting ready for sunset ride; with June
Getting ready for sunset ride; with Loh, Fee Jin and Edmund
Getting ready for sunset ride; with Faiz
Getting ready for sunset ride; with Mindy, David, Jenny, Kano and Tuacee
Rolling out
On the streets
Narrow roads
Even though traffic was heavy, vehicles respectfully gave a wide distance
Tolerant motorists stopped to give way, some even giving cheers
At Kuta beach
Welcoming dinner
Dinner party
Dinner party
Everyone wanted to take photos with Ms Bali !!!


Exiting customs, Anna, VT and Claudine were overwhelmed by the number of persons holding placards at the arrival hall. Names of persons, hotels and even phone numbers were held by bored looking drivers who must have been standing in wait for a long time!


Scanning the placards with amusement, Claudine passed them without a thought until VT pointed out the unmistakable bright blue “We Love Bali BWT” signage! But....isn’t their pick up supposed to be at 12.30 pm? After a brief introduction which included tagging the baggage and taking photos to claim ownership; everyone were bundled into a roomy Toyota Kijang and whisked off to Lippo Mall to sit out the time.

Personal invitation

It seems, Wisurya the event management company had thought of everything, extending an arm and a leg to guarantee a smooth delivery. Beginning with a personal, one to one invitation, it ensured everyone sailed through custom and immigration without any problem. No doubt, Claudine’s team received some curious interests from custom officers but the handy invite smoothed everything out quickly. Apparently, the officers are constantly in the radar for “smuggled’ bicycles brought into the country for sale, avoiding expensive duties and hurting local economies!


Their earlier than expected pick up was a bonus, especially for Nerica! Arriving at Ngurah Rai airport close to midnight, our young friend had wisely stayed the night inside, mimicking Tom Hanks in the movie, The Terminal! As for Anna, Vt and Claudine who had set off from home as early as 3 am, not having to haul their bike boxes around the airport was God sent. Freed from their burden, they were able to roam the streets around Lippo Mall, found a sumptuous lunch of nasi pecel and bebek before returning to the cooler sanctuary of Lippo Mall. Boy, Bali was hot and the air conditioning in the mall was struggling to keep things cool.

This photo sparked the fire of interest in everyone

The Bali chatroom began to spice up past 1 pm. The official meet and greet commenced successfully when a busload of Brommies were whisked off to GWK (Garuda Wisnu Kencana Cultural Park). When Claudine shared her group’s location with the chatroom, Richard responded; affirming his team’s location at Lippo Mall as well!

We were such a contagious group, Starbuck's Baristas even came out to serve us free coffee !
Finally, Tommy joined us after returning from the bank!

Arranging to meet up, the “Lippopotamuses” hit it off instantaneously! Bound by common grounds….as Nerica and Tommy shared common friends with Claudine, what actually brought them together was fondly described by Tony as a gathering of strays!!!



Soon, their pick up arrived and their actual initiation of Bali began! Snaking its way around the back streets of Lippo mall, their 30 seater bus had a tough time turning on the narrow street. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when it successfully made a tight corner. Once on the main road, traffic was a snarl and the bus could only manage an average speed of not more than 30 kph; in total compliance with school zones despite being in the city!

Peanut and a smaller version of Lord Vishnu at GWK

After See Wan and Kit, both from Macau were picked up from their hotel, they headed for GWK….and headed for GWK…..and continued heading for GWK!!! They saw the giant monolith from afar…..on their right, and then in front of them….and even on their left as well!!! It felt as if they were given an extended tour of Bali with a complimentary tour of Udayana University thrown in as well!

Kit helping to change the tube with Dwi and the rest looking on

Arriving at GWK, the earlier group played host to the latter group. Warm greetings were exchanged. Bikes were set up for a sunset ride to the beach. Oops! Did someone forget to release air pressure from her tyres??? The whole valve had popped out during flight!!!!

After the event was officially launched over tea, followed by a short tour of the park, the ride began…


Interestingly, we started with a 1 km downhill cruise, all the way to the park’s entrance. Thereafter, we said goodbye to Lord Vishnu, leaving him to tower over the land as he sat on top of Garuda; a gigantic monolith that stood as tall as 120 m high! Placed on top of a hill with an altitude of 263 m, the Hindu God casts a watchful eye at us as we made our way to Kuta.

Leaving the park which was officially opened by President Widodo as recent as September 2018, we weaved our way through Udayana University’s campus grounds. Not long after, we were subjected to a short climb, passing a small cattle farm as all the heaving began ! Amusingly, we could smell the cow dungs long before we arrived and long after we left! Despairingly, we were taking in the methane gas in long gasps when the going was at its toughest!


Right after the pinnacle, a wide sweeping view of the colonies below, set against a deep blue canvas of sky and sea took our breath away. But the cherry on the cake was the 4 km downhill trend, all the way to Jimbaran.

Thereafter, we were given first hand experience on rush hour traffic in Bali. It was NOT good!

The roads were NOT good as well! They were narrow and dotted with potholes.

All the rattling caused 2 water bottles to jump off their cage! One was deftly picked up by Nerica who managed to return it to its rightful owner after a high speed chase!!!

Circling the perimeters of the airport, traffic was at its peak. However, we were not the least bit disturbed. Surrounded by a cocoon of traffic police, marshals and local riders we felt safe.


Our pace slowed to a crawl when we hit the beach. There was the sea ahead but the sea of people was equally transfixing. Various degrees of uncovered skin… various shades of brown…various standards of leather!!!



Despite all that “glares”, with the evening sun included, a soothing sight of traditional attires comprising lacy kebayas and batik sarongs in a private prayer ceremony brought out the shutter bug in us. Such was the beauty of Balinese people. They continue to hold on to their traditions and cultures despite outside influences.


Coincidentally, tonight is malam purnama, meaning full moon and devotees of moon God Chandra had taken to the streets to offer prayers. Likewise at Pura Dalem Pesanggraham, the devouts were out in the temple gardens in preparation of religious ceremonies.



Following the waterfront, we inched our way to the pitstop passing bars, hotel gardens and even Discovery Mall. Once stationary, we were immediately handed wet towels, water and packed food just as the banana fritters and biscuits consumed at tea earlier successfully made its way to our smaller intestines!!! Munching on the traditional sweets, we began to wonder if the organizers have a hidden purpose to fatten us up?

Agus handing out wet towels
Food always bring out the smiles in people
One bite on the chili padi and another bite on the kueh

As our shadows grew longer and the sun tipped closer to the horizon, we made our way to our waiting bus. Traffic on Jalan Pantai Kuta was total chaos but some of us still managed to juggle cameras and selfie sticks! Lights faded quickly but just as quickly, we arrived at the parking bay near the Giant supermarket.


Touching down, we quickly repacked our bikes and loaded them into the covered box cars. Then, after a full head count, we began our long bus journey to Sthala Ubud, our stay for the next 2 nights. The journey could have taken longer but thanks to the police outrider who parted the traffic like Moses would part the red sea, we got to our hotel just on time for dinner…or rather just before the food turned cold!






Our welcoming dinner was an outdoor event, held in the gardens, by the riverside. Beautifully lit by fairy lights, we enjoyed an excellent buffet spread but it was our excellent hosts that sealed the night. Calling on VVIP’s to grace the dinner party, we were charmed by super lanky Ms Bali and her runner up. It was also an honour to have Mr Dedi Ahmad Kurnia, Deputy Minister from the Ministry of Tourism join us as well. Aptly put by Kano, he’s the man who made the whole event possible.


That night, a simple traditional folk dance discerned the soul of Bali to us. It is one of gentleness, grace and spirituality. The only aggression is probably summed from the mesmerizing eye contacts of the dancers. Drawn to their hypnotizing stares, they seemed to pull and tug at our soul, winning us over with promises to return to the Island of Gods, again and again.


After a charged night of singing, dancing and laughter, we returned to our rooms only to be pleasantly surprised by what stood in waiting. A personal welcoming message from the resort manager of Sthala Ubud and our much anticipated event t-shirt was strategically placed on the bed for us. Topping it all was the large basket of fruits placed on the table, a thoughtful gesture to tired travelers.

Enough said about Balinese hospitality!
Enough said about Balinese hospitality!
Enough said about Balinese hospitality!


Official Sponsors to We Love Bali, Brompton World Traveller :
1. Bali, The Island of Gods
2. Badung, The Soul of Bali
3. Karangasem, The Spirit of Bali
4. GWK Cultural Park, Alam Sutera
5. Sthala Ubud Bali, Tribute Portfolio
6. Kaori Sandoz, Love Trust and Care
7. Wisurya, Event Management
8. BOB, Brompton/Owners Bali
9. Bali Tourism Board
10. Rodalink


Photo courtesy :
AhPek Biker : https://ahpekbiker.blogspot.com/2018/12/cycling-in-indonesia-bali-2018-day-2
Tony
Anna
Anne

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Sthala Ubud Bali






Monday, 31 December 2018

AST RIDE ... Another Side of Thailand (25 December 2018 to 1 January 2019) : Day 7 - Gerik to Taiping

The beautiful waterfalls at Sungai Tebing Tinggi. Unfortunately, Mr Lim had a quick glimpse only as he took his mission to recce for food very serriously
Nearby the MRSM hill
Kampung Kuala Nenering
Splashing time at D'Impiana Riverview Resort
Splashing time at D'Impiana Riverview Resort
Splashing time at D'Impiana Riverview Resort
First bridge
Hoarding the road with few cars
Long and winding road
The falls
The valley
The Third Bridge
View of the waterfalls
Mists on the road
Lunch at 4.30 pm !!!
Caught in rain again, 3km after our lunch stop!



We started the morning on an easy note. Breakfast at our favourite Medan Takong before making our way to the post office which is thankfully just 400 m away. As the post office only opens at 8.30 am, we witnessed the arrival of the staffs and the set ups before we were finally received indoors.

2 bikes and 1 parcel waiting at the post office 
Bikes were folded and secured with cable ties
The bill

We were relieved the shipment by standard mode only costs RM 66 for 2 bikes and a parcel with total weight of 33 kg. As we could not find boxes last night, we were pleasantly pleased that the post office had cable ties to secure the bikes in place and left with peace of mind.


Riding out of Gerik, we followed Route 76, passing by the hospital and the police station. At the end of town, we turned right for Route A169 before taking a left for Jalan Air Betang. Initially gleeful to be traversing past quaint villages, our ride turned challenging when we ran out of tarmac!



Kampung Air Panas brought us out of the jungle and back to civilization. Following the village road, we passed through a few kampungs before finally returning to Route 76.

Again, another climb up the MRSM hill and again another passage through Hentian R & R Selat Pagar but with a break in between, at Lawin. It was only 11 am and the stall was beginning to dish out their hot lunch dishes. While most of everyone settled for bananas and teh tarik, Claudine and VT could not resist their nasi campur. It was a good thing they ate and a bane for others who did not for our next meal was not until 4.30 pm !





At Kampung Padang Grus, we left Route 76 and turned into Kampung Sumpitan. The transition was immediate. Greeting us were dense forest and tranquil roads.








Following Route A6, we did not travel far before discovering D' Impiana Riverview Resort. Hoping to find a restaurant opened for lunch, not a soul was visible throughout our times spent inside. The weather was hot at 1 pm and the river was inviting....all hunger pangs were soon forgotten!


We spent a good half hour in the resort. Returning to our rides, our next challenge was an abomination. Little did we realize, we were riding across the Bintang mountain range!

The actual climb has yet to come!

The whole climb which began from the river resort was close to 12 km with a 3 % grade hill and an elevation difference of 438 m. Some segments were between 6 to 7 % with the worst at 11 % !

Inside the labyrinth of natural jungle, the mother of all rains fell on us. It rained so hard, we could hardly open our eyes!

Mr Lim arriving at the bus stop

Initially pouring, we took refuge at the bus stop outside Lenggong Poultry Farm. In fact, we were surprised there is a bus stop in the middle of no where! But when the rain persisted with no means of ends, we finally moved out but got caught in heavy deluge!

A few meters from this signboard is the peak at 565m

The route peaked at 565m; at the border between the districts of Lenggong and Larut Matang dan Selama. Once in the latter district, we enjoyed a rewarding 8 km downhill glide which comes with spectacular views of waterfalls and valleys.

Arriving at the foothills, we turned right at the T junction and finally staved off our hunger pangs with kuih-muih and fried yu tiau, dipped in satay sauce. The village folks were tickled by our pickled look and while they had their tea, it was lunch for us!


The rain that had teetered off to a light drizzle returned as soon as we set off from the roadside stall. Less than 3 km later, we took another refuge at the bus stop outside Klinik Desa Kampung Masjid !

The evening was coming in fast. At 5.30 pm, we were still 45 km away from our destination. Turning left into Route A113, the 2.2 km climb at 6 % in rainy weather was very discouraging.

Joyce began to doubt her ability to finish the ride. She had almost went limp without lunch at the Bintang pass and yet another difficult climb challenged her at Kampung Masjid. As a backup, Claudine called May to standby, perhaps meeting the group midway into Taiping. This gave assurance to Joyce and she decided to test her limits.

At Kampung Banggol Nering, we turned left into Jalan Kg Jerai and followed it into Route A5's Batu Kurau. Rolling into Shell's Batu Kurau, we set up our bike lights and changed our riding style to a close peloton as dusk began to set in. Meanwhile, May's call to book dinner for the group was politely declined as we could not determine the end of our ride while Joyce's reserves to finish the ride was still strong!

We joined Route A7 at Kampung Ulu Sepetang while there was still light. Within half hour thereon, the sun made it's final dip into the horizon.


Within 10 km to the town center, we began to relax. Taking it easy, we stopped for warm teh tarik at Taman Lela's Restoran Kamunting Utara.

The ride finally ended at Taiping's Siang Malam around 8.30 pm! It was New Year's Eve and conspiring to usher in 2019, we had a quick dinner before promising to meet up again later. Disbanding, Claudine and VT rode another 5 km home with Claudine clocking an additional 9 km within her precinct just to finish her first ever Rapha Festive 500.

Ushering in the New Year at Taiping's old clock tower, we were disappointed the clock did not chime in sequence with its handles and no fireworks were lighted. However, we did enjoy a good supper at Beverly Hotel's food avenue!






















AST RIDE ... Another Side of Thailand (25 December 2018 to 1 January 2019) : Day 6 - Betong to Gerik

Scorching hot at 11.30 am
The first encounter from the look out
Second encounter at the natural lookout
Long queue getting into Malaysia
Pengkalan Hulu


It was one of those mornings that Claudine regretted deeply. It was not pleasant to be drawn from her deep slumber and packed into their rented song thaew with 10 others like cattle transported to the market. The air was cold at 4 am, made colder by the moving truck which screamed through the winding country road at break neck speed.

The journey to Talay Mok Aiyerweng is actually quite far. It took us 50 minutes in zero traffic to get to the communications tower. Getting off the truck, Claudine was dazed by the crowd, flashing torch lights and noise from vehicle engines arriving with throngs of tourists. It was like a crazy market place except that it was still too early!

Following the crowd and the motorcycles that were ferrying people further uphill on dirt tracks for a fee, we arrived at the 2 tiered lookout that was still under construction. We were stumped as we could not even enter. There was absolutely no standing space inside and sunrise was still a good hour away! 

As we discussed further on our next move, a group abandoned their spot allowing us to enter. Edging our way to the best spot, more and more people left but just as many arrived. 

Soon Claudine abandoned her ideal spot as well as she wanted a space to sit and sleep. She found a spot behind the crowd, settled down and was lulled to sleep by the continuous mumblings. 

A sudden hush woke her up. Yes, mysteriously the buzzing stopped and was replaced by silence as everyone were awed by the beauty of nature. Claudine immediately forgot her morning regrets when she spotted the first ray of sun peeping through the sea of clouds. As if on morse code, the sun vanished, totally eclipsing the lands in darkness before making a second comeback. It was almost ethereal as if God was telling us something!


Sea of clouds, sea of people!
The lookout in the background
Communications tower
It was 30 December and a long weekend. Thai military were out by the throngs at tourist spots and public places. After all, this is Yala, notorious for politically motivated uprising. 


Thankfully, the crowd were respectful and everyone took turns to capture the magic before moving out for others at the lookout. As we made our way downhill, we found several other spots which offered the same beauty but in natural surroundings. The magic did not remain for long and with sun warming up the lands, the mists disappeared revealing a deep valley covered with trees.

Getting back to Betong took us twice as long because of the traffic snarl on the hillside road. The time spent on the song thaew allowed Claudine to negotiate with the driver for a 500 baht, one-way trip to Betong Custom House, saving them the crazy 7 km uphill ride.

Once back at Garden House Hotel, we collected our bikes and Mr Lim, who had decided to give the sea mists a miss before heading out for dimsum breakfast. By then, Philip, Bernie and Suzie were already in Gerik enjoying another breakfast at Medan Takong.


Our pick up arrived at 10 am as promised. It was the same truck and same driver but Claudine's vomit and spilt Thai Tea from the broken bottle were already cleaned up by then. We left without Susanna, Christopher, Irene and Mr Tan as they were on a different agenda to pick up Susanna's car from Pengakalan Hulu and head home from there.

After both countries' immigration, we headed straight into Pengakalan Hulu for lunch before embarking on Route 76, for Gerik. Heading out of town, we were immediately arrested by 3 climbs. The first climb went on for 1.8 km with 5 % grade hill. The second climb was equally long but with an easier 3% grade hill. Saving the best for last, we battled the 7% grade hill that went on for 1.64 km !

It could have been a vengeance of sorts or just a stroke of bad luck. Gliding downhill after a long climb, Suan must have let go of the brakes as pay back.

Then disaster struck! She swayed to the left and then to the right, unable to control her bike as a puncture caused her to wobble uncontrollably.

She CRASHED !!!

The rest of us that saw the accident scene were sick to the gut. A gang of touring superbikes stopped to offer assistance. They helped to form a barricade.

Thankfully, Suan was conscious all the time. She kept assuring us she was fine but her jersey was already red with blood, dripped down from her forehead. There was a deep cut near her eye, thank God it was save!

Rene and Joyce attending to Suan
The men attended to the bike
Nawawi stopped to offer his help. Jac who was ahead was summoned by the super bikers to return.

Ambulance rescue

The ambulance took 30 minutes to arrive. During our wait, many angels offered their help. Nawawi, stopped his Perodua Alza and offered to take Suan to the hospital. When the ambulance arrived just as he was clearing his seat, he did not flinch when asked if he could transport Suan's bike to Gerik. But he was spared his troubles when a lorry driver agreed to do the same.


As Rene rode the ambulance with Suan, Mr Lim was tasked with the safety of their bikes. He rode in the lorry to Gerik and was surprised the lorry driver had not accepted his tip. As for the rest of us, we rode in sombre mood all the way to Gerik with a pit stop for pisang goreng and ais limau.

Arriving in Gerik, we went to visit Suan. Again, she bravely assured us she was fine. Rene's and Suan's luggages were collected from Gerik Hotel and handed to Rene for safe keeping. That evening, they headed for Ipoh hospital for more treatments and from there on, back to Singapore.

As for the rest of us, we enjoyed a delicious Chu Char dinner at Medan Takong before heading out to The Store and Guardian for cardboard boxes. Returning back to our hotel, we prepared Rene and Suan's bikes and baggage that were required to be shipped back home.

It was nice to know that angels continue to offer their help. The hotel's receptionist gave us tape while a guest offered to take the things to Ipoh for us. The latter was not accepted as we were not sure how long Rene and Suan will be in Ipoh.