(^82) Telupid - JC resort – 80km
I couldn't say I was refreshed and well-rested as the route climbed the first hill of
the day. Instead, I felt lethargic and my legs tired. No sooner did the path clear the
mountains than it headed over more hills. Up and down the hills the route went,
past oil palm plantation upon oil palm plantation, all in the day’s scorching heat.
The ride was exhausting as the road was hilly, and I had to keep my eyes glued to
the rear-view mirror to spot trucks coming up behind me. Often, I had to shoot off
the tarmac as there wasn't enough space for me and two trucks. The kilometres
passed incredibly slowly and somehow, each time I passed a signboard, the phrase
"another one down, another one down" popped into my head. It drove me bonkers:
no matter how I tried, I couldn't get rid of it. "Another one down, another one
down."
Then came the biggest surprise of the day. Into sight came a line of traffic
disappearing over the hill and into the distance, and they weren't moving at all. At
first, I thought it was due to the maintenance work, which seemed like a never-
ending project. I tried my best to weave through the traffic, but truly little space
was available. Trenches were dug alongside the road, leaving little room to
accommodate two cars, let alone two trucks and me.
I pulled off at a stall and was informed of an accident ahead and a guesthouse and
restaurant five hundred metres on. How lucky can one be? "Another one down,
another one down."
leana
(Leana)
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