KL 3 Day Trip - A Visualisation - Day 2

Ok so it's been a long time since Day 1! I guess I have not been blogging much since then, plus have just not had the same inkling to daydream about travel as I did at the time of the original posts. Life has a way of getting in the way sometimes, as we all know.

Anyway, to get back to this thread, let's consider what I'd do on Day 2, considering that Day 1 was about my old haunts in the Ampang area, as well as Changkat for the evening's entertainment.

I reckon Day 3 will be about Damansara and Bangsar, and given that I'm no big fan of KLCC other than to visit the best bookshop in Malaysia - perhaps the world - in Kinokunia, maybe we'll consider spending Day 2 outside of KL.

It would be really interesting - and fun - to hire a car and cruise up the Karak freeway, through Bentong and Raub, and visit my old haunt of Kuala Lipis. There is literally nothing about Lipis itself that I miss - other than perhaps the banana leaf rice next to the train station - but the friends and colleagues from the old Penjom days are people I wouldn't mind seeing again. Particularly Harjeet, our old IT Manager, and a good friend and drinking buddy.

It's settled then. Day 2 is going to be a road trip.

Road trips back in those days contained a whole spectrum of emotions and experiences. Generally it would involve me leaving KL really early on a Monday morning, and driving the 2 hours up to Lipis. The Karak was something else - a windy, but very good divided road up through the hills, past Genting, and then exiting at Bentong. From there it was shitty country roads through to Lipis, complete with shitty country drivers, trucks with no headlights, people over-taking on blind corners, you name it. But the fun (and frankly stupid) roadtrips were often the ones home on a Friday.

Friday afternoon at Penjom, we would often have a TSF Meeting. TSF stood for Tailings Storage Facility (Tailings Dam for westerners), and was the only formal part of the phrase. What would generally happen would be that either Russ or myself would shoot down to the local Mobil, not far from the entrance to Penjom, and purchase a dozen or so cans of Tiger. We would then load up the car with beer and ice and head out to a remote part of site where we were unlikely to be disturbed. There we would shoot the shit, smash 4-5 cans each, and wind down for an hour or so before going our separate ways back to KL.

Occasionally that trip would be insane. I remember once, when I was still with the ex, having 11 cans both at the TSF and on the trip, and seriously struggling on the road on the way back. Very, very dumb I know, but hey, the things you do.

Anyway, enough of all that, it's time to consider this missive and what would entail.

Footnote: Sep 2018. Well, this has been sitting in drafts for some time, and I reckon I'm just going to leave it as it is. Reason being is that time heals all wounds, even those along the lines of missing my old lifestyle in KL. I do have amazingly fond memories about my old boozy roadtrips (and not boozy ones), especially with my wife. And I may go back there for a reminisce at some point, but not today. So thus endeth the KL trip posts I'm afraid....