The Hidden Road to Gua Musang
Bread and peanut butter became my breakfast fuel, a humble feast
for the unknown road ahead. The descent from the highlands was
glorious—ten kilometres of pure exhilaration, panniers rattling as I
flew downhill, the forest rushing past in a blur of green.
The road itself was a surprise: wide, smooth, and absent from my
map, as if it had been hidden until now. Logging trucks lumbered by,
reminders of the fragility of this lush landscape. I had expected
wilderness, but instead found towns, hotels, and markets—civilisation
where I had braced for solitude.
By evening, and after 130 kilometres, Gua Musang welcomed me with
hot showers, Wi-Fi, and the comforts of modern Malaysia. My supplies
of bread and cheese felt almost comical in the face of such
abundance. The wildness I had imagined was replaced by
organisation and ease, yet the day remained unforgettable—a ride
through beauty, speed, and the unexpected.