Gunung Tapis Rainbow Fall, Sungai Lembing

Confuse, are those concerned for not reacting to the chance to climb the rainbow. Anyhow we were lucky enough as the sun was too shy hiding behind the clouds yesterday.

To reach this fall required about an hour riding a rocking 4x4 vehicle from Sungai Lembing, and another hour wading across rivers, and walking on jungle trek and river banks.

The rainbow varies in position according to the altitude of sun, and diminishes totally before 11am.

A rainbow is an angel who appears only there is romance, and there is mist. She hates "gluteus maximus" that releases vigorous sound. A rainbow never dance at the top of a fall.

Everybody then stayed low enjoying and bathing in a rainbow. This must be an awesome gift.

Panorama Hill, Trees, and Thinkers

All trees are alike: ground their bed, and sky is the blanket; morning dews the liquor, and breeze is the music.

What if trees sleep and dream, do they see the same?

They may be a thinker in sober mediation, or a philosopher in search of wisdom,

but they regularly fall into a hypnotic trance every day, the aftereffect of the morning scenery.

Hitting by an apple, for sure, is not a strong medicine for inspiration. A durian is. And the truths of life blossom.

Panorama Hill, Sunrise

5:45am. The slow line was crawling up Bukit Panorama in darkness. People seemed to go on a pilgrimage.

Dots of light twinkled behind a mist of white, and on the foot of the hill, those were that I would have missed if staying inside the scene.

Only when the clouds were willing to give in a little, the sun that moved in silence, wasted no time to wield the painting brush; the hill, and the ridges began to set sail for the first light of the day in the white sea. They seemed to go on a pilgrimage too.

The surrounding was set in tranquility.

East Coast, Peninsular Malaysia, Continued

There was a Kingfisher and many small fish in the water. The bird should have eaten just enough, it never looked too fat to fly swiftly when I was trying to inch closer.

There were eagles soaring in the sky, and perching on top of trees or a tall pole. They always kept their distance, and continued to be so near yet so far away.

I tried to stare into their eyes, but they never stared into mine.

And then it was South China Sea that aroused some discussions among us: it shrunk East Malaysia that lies in front of us into an invisible dot.

We had reached Pantai Chempedak of Kuantan while talking to you, this was then the third day. Time traveled with us, but at a faster speed.

We should watch the breathtaking morning view of Panorama Hill, Sungai Lembing, tomorrow.

East Coast, Peninsular Malaysia

My camera was not happy with the big red X that crossed a camera on a signboard. This happened outside the entrance to Terengganu State Museum. It then urged me to shoot more, and more, on the coastline. And it found me a grasshopper at Pantai Kemasik (Kemasik Beach).

I wonder whether this grasshopper had taken a ride from Cerok Tokun. But that should not be right, as I saw no grasshopper hopping around me inside my car, or it might have slept all the time due to dizziness. Everything outside the windows slid backwards at accelerating speeds. It should have not experienced this before.

By the way, the grasshopper was so interested to check me by my foot prints, while many know me through my words.

And many others judge people by their appearance, but Buddha said the human body is a skin-bag full of filth. What could possibly be attractive about that?

My camera found me little crabs. They drew textures that looked like creations of aliens. They were, of course, not though the textures looked like crop circles.

Otherwise, we are aliens too for many reasons. We are often big-headed, as big as the head of an alien, if to mention one.

And my camera continued to guide me through.....