On the Never Ending Journey

It seemed like a never ending journey. 3 hours of driving in the afternoon heat is such a bad idea. But we promised that we would reach by nightfall, afterall, my car wasn’t that badly injured and I was counted upon to be the driver around the villages when we were to do our surveying stuff.

We drove and we drove and we drove.

The others reached Maran when we were about to start our journey away from Gombak. It was 3pm in the afternoon. It was burningly hot. And the air-conditioner didn’t seem to help cool us down. What’s more with the accident, anxiety and after-shock were still clinging on to the heart.

There were 4 of us in the car. With such a weather that day, even the most chatty guy would be tired and out of mood to chirp. I was tired, and sleepy.

We drove for one hour before stopping at a rest stop along the Karak Highway after the junction into Genting. The winding roads and heavy cars made me feel as if I’m not myself. I’ve never driven such a heavy car before. I couldn’t sleep at the rest stop, however. So after walking around for a bit, we left for the highway again.

Another hour later, we stopped at another rest stop. Stepping out from the car was such a bad idea because the heat was literally burning. Even the toilet was cooler. Okay, the toilet has a fan. I tried to take a nap, but even the wind was hot.

As we learnt that the distance to Maran was just about 35km away, we shouted in joy. It finally seemed reach-able…

So here’s one for the note, there has got to be someone who chirps none stop in the car so that I don’t fall asleep. Otherwise it’s going to be hell of a driving journey…