Puchong
The previous night’s storm made for a fresh and perfect morning jog.
I jogged past municipal workers mowing lawns, leaving the smell of
freshly cut grass in their wake. Past the lake and the new MRT still
under construction, past the lady selling fried snacks, and I enjoyed
the familiarity of what has become my morning jog. My last day in
Puchong was spent doing laundry and packing my belongings, and I
suddenly found I had a whole bunch of extra stuff.
Puchong - Kuala Selangor – 73 km
I had breakfast in the company of Peter and Alice and knew I would
miss them terribly. Still, being on the bicycle and biking along rural
paths was good. Towards the end of the day, the Melawati Ria Hotel
came into view. At the reception, Saras, a teacher from Puchong,
promptly invited me to join them on a firefly trip. We boarded a tiny
rowboat in bucketing rain and surprisingly had good sightings of
fireflies.