Questions on the Road
Maps proved useless, the road a mystery of hills and turns. The
distance was short, but the climbs were relentless. A roadside stall
offered salvation in the form of roti canai, its dhal and potato curry
lifting my spirits.
Curiosity followed me wherever I stopped. “You’re alone?” “How old
are you?” “Where are you from?” The questions were constant, tinged
with disbelief. Truck drivers pulled over, offering rides, warning me of
mountains ahead. Their concern was genuine, but I chose to pedal
on, determined to meet the road on my own terms.
Jerantut appeared like a small oasis, a village alive with food stalls
and chatter. Nasi goreng filled my plate, and thoughts of Taman
Negara filled my mind. The forest awaited.