Greetings From Perhentian – Revisiting Tukun Laut (a.k.a Tokong Laut)

It had been a long night. Going through the Kuala Lipis – Gua Musang road, we stopped for an hour at Gua Musang to refresh, and then made our way again at around 4.30am, arriving in Kuala Besut at 7am.

It is already monsoon season, and none of the speedboats were running as per normal schedule. Luckily there are 13 of us so we could charter a boat for our trip.

I was last in Perhentian five weeks ago. It was a superb trip, designed to overcome certain emotional pain, and to regain my sanity. It was six weeks ago that a closure was made there.

I got to the dive shop, geared up, and went off to Tukun Laut for my first dive. I was tired. Yup, I felt tired, but still I went. There was a slight surface current, but not as strong as I would have imagined it to be.

Down at 24 meters with Katakpink and Ridrahim, I looked up and saw the dive boat. Such excellent visibility – a trademark of monsoon diving. How I wish I have a new housing for my camera; alas, my model has been discontinued so it defeats the purpose to purchase a new one online which would be cheaper than the cost to ship it to Malaysia. I’ll just have to buy a new camera…and housing…and TTL strobes.

Huge Porcupine Pufferfishes patrolled the immediate area; Tiger Trevallies hunting. There was this baitball of literally thousands of Snappers ahead of me and all I could do was stare as Trevallies burst in and out of this tight ball, taking one or two from the ranks for breakfast. I knew there was more to come…I had that funny feeling.

True enough, a 1.2 meters Blacktip Reef Shark (Carcharhinus melanopterus) appeared out of nowhere passing in between Katakpink and Ridrahim towards me. I was smiling to myself: if this animal suddenly preceives me as a threat entering its personal space, I’m gonna bleed a lot and lose a limb. It banked to its right, exposing its white underbelly to me. I went into full flutter kicks, and gave it a chase. And Katakpink and Ridrahim could only watch me going after this shark alone, disappear into the depths, only to emerge a minute or so later slapping my forehead because I did not have a camera on me – and all that chasing had taken a lot of air from my single AL80 cylinder.

Then from a 16-meter depth, I saw a school of Chevron Barracudas (Sphyraena genie). I swam towards them. They were huge. So as not to startle them, Katakpink and I went down to the bottom, knelt down and just looked at this school of predators pass by.

Excellent! Who says you have to go to Sipadan to see them?

I maintained my depth at about 14 meters after that, searching for nudibranches other than the Phyllidae sp. when I accidentally spooked a Bamboo Shark (Chiloscyllium griseum). It took flight and sought refuge in another hole only to discover that another Bamboo Shark was inside. A fight ensued and both had the other in a tight grip of their jaws. It was a funny sight. Katakpink and I decided we should mediate this quarrel and tried to force the other to loosen the bite. Was it risky? Well, yes, either could have bitten off a finger or two of ours. Anyway, they have probably decided that one has to win and the other lose. So they were not letting go of the other. What else was there to do? We held both sharks to Spazm’s camera for a photo opportunity showing two dumb sharks biting each other for a hole beneath the corals.

Next, at 12 meters, we spotted a Hawksbill Turtle (Eretmochelys imbricata) feeding on sponges. We approached it slowly and gently, Katakpink to its left, and I to its right. I lie on my tummy on the rough sea floor watching this old man of the sea eat away the sponges…my mask almost touching its beak. It was a very relaxing moment.

In the end, I had to leave it alone as I was already running low on air, and had to do my stops before I could surface.

Soon I was back on the boat, looking down through the surface of the sea…straight to the bottom…where other divers had just commenced their dive.

Perhentian has always been full of pleasant surprises for me.

(Next: The Return to Terumbu Tiga)

When Training Kicks In

Ah…it rained heavily yesterday.

The roads were slippery too.

I made a wise choice driving my manual-shift Proton Saga to meet the guys at the usual rendezvous point.

I went past the toll-house and turned off onto the highway, picking up speed as I moved for a slingshot onto the highway.

Suddenly this lorry swerved into my lane ahead of me and was slowing down drastically. Obviously the bastard did not have any brake lights. I flashed my beams at him and towards the end honked non-stop but to no avail. Applied the brakes gently and obviously the car could not stop as the highway was slippery. My car was sliding. Somehow, the training I underwent for VIP Protection 18 years ago kicked in.

Clutch pedal down full, accelerator on half, wheel slight right, gear down from 5 to 2, visual contact to what’s on left (the lorry) and right (oncoming traffic). Less than two meters before my left side could impact the rear of the lorry, I let go of the clutch a bit and let traction kick in. Once traction was there, slow turn back to left, eyes now on the oncoming lorry on my right which was flashing its beams, and I’m sure the driver was also pumping his hydraulic brakes, and the car in the center lane.

On the car is 45 degree-angle to the culprit, I pressed the accelerator a bit more and let the car gain speed while losing the wheelspin before I let the clucth off full, then quickly change gears upwards as I pick up speed.

One finger up to the lorry driver, and I was well on my way again.

Muscle-memory, they call it. The body remembers.

A Return To The Sea

Return to the sea

While most Malaysian Muslims will be busy celebrating Hari Raya, I shall be busy packing my dive gear to return to the sea. The sea has always been where I seek solace and sanity. Tranquility is where the beach is soft and white, the sea crystal blue, the waves lap gently against the shore.

It is where I run to to escape the madness of this world, the heartaches of life, the rat race of the city…

The sea is my paradise…

Hari Raya Is Not For Me

Kampung scene from Abah's blog

Someone sent me an e-mail and asked for my forgiveness. I told that person that all is forgiven. She wanted to leave me so I let her leave. She is now happy, things are good for her now, and I am very happy for her. I told her not to think about it so much but just remember that she had made me happy once. It is only fair that she is now happier, and that makes me happy too. She will be spending this Hari Raya happily at her in-laws’ place somewhere up North.

So Hari Raya is in two days time.

I will only see all my children tomorrow night, on the eve of Hari Raya. I will not be celebrating Hari Raya with them. On the first day, I am going to go to the mosque, then come back home and sleep, wake up around lunchtime, and go to Forelorn Soldier‘s house and also maybe to Bakawali‘s. Feed myself with as much cholesterol, fat, uric acid, sodium. See what that does to my BP as I have been off medication since sahur this morning.

As it is right now, I can feel neckache, stiffness of the shoulders and my scalp feels warm. Two months of betablockers and ACEs have not done much for me. Taking more will only give me toxicity and organ failures. So it’s better for me to die of one cause only and not as a direct result of what was supposed to help me.

Then come the night of the first Hari Raya I will be going diving. I will pack clothes for a week and just rotate if I plan to stay longer. Extended stay during the monsoon would be good. Incommunicado.

After all, I only celebrate Ramadhan. Hari Raya is only for kids and suicide drivers.

Angkasa – Two

Expedition 16's Energia rocket firing as the towers retract - NASA Image
Expedition 16’s Energia rocket firing as the towers retract

In 32 hours, Expedition 16’s Soyuz TMA-11 spacecraft will dock with the ISS. Right now they are orbiting Earth, chasing the ISS to align with it. Docking procedures should take about an hour or so.

I’m sure Dr SMS would have lots of photos taken by now.

If only I have RM80 million now.

I need to find a Sugar Granny.

Angkasa – One

Malaysia’s first Angkasawan, Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, has blasted off from the Baikonur Cosmodrome in Kazakhstan at 9.22pm Malaysian time last night, and is now in orbit on the way to the International Space Station. He, alongside fellow Expedition 16 crew members, Peggy Whitson (Expedition Commander) and Yuri Malenchenko (Flight Engineer), are now inside a Soyuz TMA-11 spacecraft.

They are due to dock at the ISS’s Zarya module at 10.52pm Malaysian time this Friday.

The current members of Expedition 15, have prepared the Zvedza module for Dr Sheikh Muszaphar to conduct experiments over nine days.

Expedition 16 blasts off from Baikonur Cosmodrome - NASA image
Expedition 16 blasts off from Baikonur Cosmodrome – NASA image

I envy the guy. I still remember watching our black and white television of the lunar landing back in 1969, and the subsequent Apollo 12 mission. I took an interest in spaceflights. I remember the final mission to the moon of the Apollo 17. I remember the fiery re-entry of the US Space Station “Skylab” where most of the remnants crashed onto Australian soil near Kalgoorlie and Esperance in Western Australia, 2 days after my 13th birthday in 1979. Then the first space shuttle flight by the Space Shuttle Columbia in 1981.

Now, Sheikh Muszaphar is up there. Some 300km away from Earth. Whatever his role may be up there, let us hope one day in the near future, a Malaysian Angkasawan will actually fly into space in a Malaysian-built vehicle.

Let us hope this is not a one-off thing.

Peggy and Yuri
Peggy Whitson (right) and Yuri Malenchenko during the climb to orbit in the Soyuz TMA-11 – NASA Image

The Multinational Malaysians (Well, 1 English & 2 Malaysians)

Smiling Pakistani

I read Spena‘s blog tonight. It seems that she has been mistaken for a person of another nationality twice. Previously she had a woman from South Africa who asked her if she is South African, then in tonight’s posting, she’s been mistaken for either an Italian or a Spaniard.

Forelorn Soldier, who is a full-blooded Limey, if you must, who has been away from Blighty for ages, had one fine day called up an acquaintant in England. After a while of talking, the lady on the other end of the line asked him who he is, and he told her who. And she went, “You sound like a Paki(stani)!” Well, I had to add “stani” at the end of it because it’s a derogatory term. Then again, “stani” on its own is derogatory (pronounced STAH-NEE).

Some 7 years ago I was at the Thalad Santisuk in Hat Yai buying some Thai silk from this middle-aged lady. I was with some Malaysian friends when I spoke to this elderly lady and bargained in Thai. Her eyes widened. She then asked me how long have I been working in Malaysia because I then looked like a Malaysian. I laughed and told her that I am a Malaysian. She didn’t believe me.

Well, at least that’s better than the Australian-sounding advertisements on our radio.

My Off-Dive Season Dive Plans

Safety stop at Terumbu Tiga

Yes, I am bored.

Hopefully in 5 days time I’ll be breathing underwater again. I still don’t know of when will my Trimix course be held, but I suspect it won’t be anytime after mid-November. After that it would be almost impossible to go by speedboat to Tioman from Mersing. Well, it’s not entirely impossible but a normally an hour an a half journey would become 3-4 hours instead. Yes, I have done that trip during the monsoon. I don’t mind the huge waves, but the smell of puke because some of the passengers who do not have sea legs would be throwing their guts up.

Calm seas to Tioman

The Northeast monsoon season is actually the best time to dive. It can be tiring due to the surge caused by the huge waves that roll 25m above your head, but the visibility is generally better, the sharks are bigger, and there is almost always more pelagics to be seen. Fishes are plentiful as many fishermen do not dare to brave the seas during this season.

It starts mid October for the Terengganu islands (Perhentian, Redang, Lang Tengah, Bidong, Kapas, Gemia, Tenggol), and mid-November for Tioman, Aur, Dayang and Pemanggil. It should last through February for the Pahang and Johor islands, and mid-March for the Terengganu islands.

I have done plenty of monsoon season dives. I always enjoy the rush of getting to the dive sites, and getting back on board the dive boat. Very challenging. Yes, crazy, but nice. What is life without a little bit of insanity?

So what are my plans for this off-dive season? Notwithstanding the courses, here are my plans:

October 07

Second Hari Raya – Perhentian
End of October – Either exploratory dives in Perhentian or Redang

November

Tioman

Diving the wreck of the German submarine U-859 with Adzri to do videoshoot.

Type IXD U-Boat

December 07

Pulau Jarak

Diving the wreck of the Italian submarine UIT-23 Reginaldo Giuliani with Adzri for a videoshoot.

Reginaldo Giuliani

January 08

Diving the wreck of the Indian bulk carrier ICL Vikraman sunk off Port Dickson in 102 feet of water in 1997 with the loss of 28 lives. This dive will be done with Adzri again for a videoshoot.

Hoping to do the islands of Mantanani, Gaya, Sapi, Mamutik and Manukan.

February 08

Pulau Payar

After that, I’ll be back in the East Coast.

Drive Safe…SELAMAT Beraidil Fitri

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Look carefully at the photos.

I initially wanted to post the enlarged version. Then I decided not to as some of you would still be fasting.

Let me tell you how depressing it is on the morning of Aidil Fitri at a graveyard. Here you are in a sombre mood, paying respect to the dead, when the silence is being broken by muffled cries, prayers and so on. You see 6-7 burials taking place, and almost always the white shroud turns red at places, as they lower the body of the accident victims into their grave. Then you look around and see more freshly dugged grave plots – a sign that more have died on the way balik kampung.

They balik kampung for good.

So if you drive to balik kampung, drive carefully.

Make sure your loved ones do not celebrate Hari Raya Korban on Aidil Fitri.

SELAMAT BERHARI RAYA AIDIL FITRI.

* ps: Hazyr…yes, I’m going diving. Raya is for Ribena kids.

Laylat-al-Qadr

Yeah…we’re running into the final phase of the month of Ramadhan, and I can tell you my KBI (Key Boredom Index) hit an all-time high over the weekend. If it was the Doomsday Clock, it would have shown one minute to midnight.

One minute to midnight - istockphoto

So what is a Laylat-al-Qadr (spelt in Malaysia as Lailatul Qadar)?

It is to be the night of nights, where miracles and blessings come in abundance to those who spend their final 10 nights of Ramadhan searching for His grace.

I seriously cannot comprehend why wouldn’t Muslims do the same every night. Beats the crap out of my brain thinking about it.

Anyway, I remember back in 1984, I went down to Victoria Station…no! Not the one at Medan Damansara or Taipan USJ, but the one in London, waiting for my former classmate, Arif, to arrive from Belgium. It was the fasting month smack bang in June. Yes, summer. So we would commence fasting at 2 in the morning and break fast at 10.30pm.

Having missed our train at Euston, with the next one at around 10pm, we decided to kill time by going to the Picadilly Circus area to buy Lamb Kebab for breaking fast at my favourite Kebab joint. Having done that, we walked around Regent Street, and were soon quickly bored. Then we walked towards Soho and soon found ourselves entering a peep show joint. At first I was hesitant. Then Arif pointed out that in search of the Laylat-al-Qadr, one must be bold enough to go to where it is most unexpected. I concured and soon we were changing notes into pennies for the slot machine. There was nothing but a tired looking granny trying to look as energetic and appealing as she was some 40 years ago. Nothing must have been more revolting than the sight of a granny fingering herself when it’s drier than the Sahara desert, and manhandling what looked like a soggy roti canai dough sticking on her chest. I mean, there was no elasticity in the thing. After squeezing her tit, it stayed in exactly how it was when it was being squeezed long after she had taken her hand off.

As for her fingering herself and letting out granny moans, I should have donated her a bottle of engine lubricant to make it look more interesting. I could have put my whole leg in it without her noticing.

But all in the spirit of Laylat-al-Qadr.

Granny stripper

Two years prior to that, back in Henry Gurney school, my friends and I (yeah, you know who you are…you read this, don’t you?) would seek Laylat-al-Qadr by channeling our frustrations towards a creature most Muslims hate: the house lizard.

House Lizard

We would kill these creatures by the dozen almost each night. At the end of our hunt, we would collect our victims and sweep them under the Headmaster’s office’s door. Then we would gloat over our success in exterminating the creature that almost cost the life of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) and would discuss how many naked angels would we each want as companions in Paradise.

23 years down the road, I am still wondering what is the rationale behind killing thousands if not millions of God’s creatures just because one of them screwed up fifteen hundred years ago.

And I also wonder should I ask Bakawali for a crate of Viagra should I be granted the 70 naked angels in Paradise later.

Let me just keep wondering then while you people seek the night of nights…