Contrary to popular belief, I do love outdoor activities…
Don’t fall off your chair yet and please, for God’s sake pick up the dropping jaw on floor will you? Fine, I may not look like the one who owns Nike Roshe or Stella McCartney for Adidas gears but deep down inside, I enjoy evaporating sweat through my pores, flushing healthy crimson on both cheeks or maybe in the most realistic words, pretending like I am the gorgeous Elsa Hosk doing those ridiculous workouts… Extra points if the activity relates to nature in where my hesitation point is almost untraceable.
That’s why when my MORUM flock decided to conquer Chilling River, I was among the first to nod my agreement and enthusiastically prepared a draft of submission to be presented orally to my very own Federal Court, mi madre. Of course seeking for Mama’s permission equates to submitting memorandum of peace to UN’s Head Quarters; details of the plan need to be meticulously drafted, parties need to be within her knowledge, state of mental slash physical health is obliged to meet a certain minimum requirement, etc. So when Mama consented me to trail them to Chilling, it took me a couple of minutes to digest her words, ensuring I misheard nothing. Nope, my sense of hearing was completely working!
Apa lagi, we went straightly to the nearest 24 hours grocer and did some shopping.
By the way, if I may share with you my humblest two cents, never ever underestimate the power of Chilling River. Climbing up to its seventh station was no shrinking violet! Before we began the journey my not so learned friend briefed us that the ‘mini’ jungle trekking will take roughly half an hour, seven streams level buku lali only, and basically everything that falls into the category of ‘you have nothing to be afraid of’. Is anyone named Adam reading this? Hehe.
So bearing his words of wisdom in mind, I wore only a very thin selipar jepun, packed ‘necessities’ inside my River Island’s leather backpack, and oh when I mentioned necessities it includes perfume, make up and lotions… I know right? What was I thinking?
The journey took almost two hours, a complete contrast to Adam’s previous contention. The streams’ current was damn strong that some of us almost got drowned. Six cell-phones were destroyed, luckily the iPhone clans survived phewww! (Moral of the story: nothing beats Apple,period). But at the end of the day, the climb was reaaaally worth it!
Finally ticked one item in my uni bucket-list.
WHAT’S UNI LIFE WITHOUT WATERFALL PICNIC YOU TELL ME??