We followed our GPS - then nothing showed on the screen - our destination was off the radar. There was only one way to go - keep following the gravelly road. Finally we arrived at The Dusun, tucked in the Berembun Reserve, about an hour's drive from KL.
Jem, a staff and an orang Asli of the Temuan tribe greeted us to escort us to our overnight abode. Down the steps we walked with our hands full, each one of us, lugging our bags and food. Upon entrance into Emas chalet, a quick look around registered ,'Yay! this is it!'. So did 5 of the rest. First impressions - so free and open! Then straight onto the deck to view the
dusun in front of us with the hills beyond. Then niftily up the narrow staircase we checked out the sleeping loft. A higher view of the valley down below and and a sense of more freedom! Emas like the other timber chalets are built Malay style and on stilts.
It is certainly a place to chill out. Already I could sense the 36 hours or so ahead were going to be enjoyed to a different beat. It's amazing how we distance ourselves from the grind and the noise of the city when nature surrounds us. We hardly ever protest. There's a willingness to just soak in and embrace.
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| The master bedroom in EMAS chalet |
We came prepared to enjoy a bbq. That evening, in the darkness around us, with the city lights twinkling in the distance, and a sky that threatened to pour, we eagerly got our prepared bbq stuff out of the fridge. The Dusun has a kitchen ready for our cooking needs. Jem brought the coals and we started the fire to cook our food, kawah-style. First off, were the drinks - white wine was the preference with beer and fruit juices while the coals were being stoked. I brought enough I reckon but my nephew insisted I had overdone it! 'But what do we do when our stomachs are half empty?', I countered. 'You wanna have bugs for dinner??' I have to say we did well - almost all polished off with a bit to take -away. Dessert was kept simple - dragon fruits, grapes and chocolates. Everyone was satisfied. By the glow of the lights, we chatted and the young set thought the night bugs were increasing in numbers as it grew darker.
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| All from our home kitchen - chicken wings, spare ribs, lamb kebabs, mackerel, sotong, frankfurters, sweet potatoes, corn on cob , potatoes and coleslaw. |
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| In the open deck, we cooked our food. |
Morning came.No one except hubby and I were ready for the jungle walk. We were joined by 2 other trekkers from Brisbane. They occupied another chalet by the infinity pool. It was past 10.30 am when we started off. Nothing beats a good workout doing a trek. Surprisingly them lazybones of mine responded to the much needed exercise. Limber bodies bending real low under huge fallen tree trunks, clambering onto a couple of fallen timber to continue the trail, doing the stepping stone walk across rivulets of water, clutching onto branches warily to get on to a higher level. Blackie and Tan, the two resident dogs just happily ran about, very much at home in this virgin jungle. Hubby's legs attracted several leeches and it was a tussle to pull them off. When the walk ended and he was ready for a quick shower, more were found on his body. Such momentoes!' Well, no thanks,' said the young ones in unison.
All in all, the hours did not rush by. It was time to set off at 1.30 pm from this homely retreat. The gathering of cousins and us as a family was a time to treasure.
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| Trees before our eyes and the hills beyond - that's what we came for! |
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| Three's not a crowd - in fact come party here! |
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| Nature surrounds |
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| Let's drink to our fill and spout only tender words for Mother Nature around us |
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| Listening to the sounds of rushing water is therapeutic |
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| The setting sun obscured by clouds |
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| Our orang asli guide - he's 22 years old. |
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| Fungi among the leaf litter |
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| Phyllagathis rotundifolia / Akar serau malam - perennial herb which is shiny dark green above and reddish below |
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| Selaginella wallichiana Peacock plant /Paku merak - is a widespread herb of the lowland -forest understorey. The surface cells of the primitive leaves reflect green or blue according to the angle of view. |
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| Picking a leech off my hubby's leg - a few of them clung like crazy. |
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| A leech reaching out , like a tiny whip for the unsuspecting victim |
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| This one got me - my pint in there !! |
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| The sign that says it all - VIRGIN - let no man plunder! |
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| We passed by a freelancer who was taking pictures of mushrooms. I had a peep into his camera - exquisite mushrooms |
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| A jungle walk never fails to invigorate |
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