LTF BKT Melaka to Klang (30/9 to 1/10/2017), Day 2 : "Spartan Race or Spar(e)ribs Challenge???

Klang is over ..... there!!!!

The team at Yi Kee Seafood Bak Kut Teh

Right after the turn off from Jalan Banting-Sepang, Morib

Right after the turn off from Jalan Banting-Sepang, Morib

Right after the turn off from Jalan Banting-Sepang, Morib

Midway through our obstacle course!

Spar(e)ribs Challenge!

Chain may break under extreme stress, Bukit Jugra

Be respectful when you circumvent the ancestral grounds, Bukit Jugra

Midway point, Bukit Jugra!

Paragliding launch pad, Bukit Jugra

Kedai Makanan Juan Tong, Permatang Pasir

Lunch with free condiments, Permatang Pasir

Escape from Permatang Pasir

A shortcut that was cut short!

Jalan Tengku Kelana

Dinner at Restoran Boston Baru

Even the legends know their eats! Mike's recommendations on Boston Baru was a real winner!

Sitting down for a bak kut teh breakfast at Tg Sepat, Claudine couldn’t take her eyes off KC Tay’s perfectly combed hair! Side parted with a tinge of shine, even a helmet could not inflict any damage to his “James Dean” style!! Raising an eyebrow too, was his small saddle bag that catered well to his dapper looks!!!

Restoran Yi Kee

Besides the standard bak kut teh, they serve fish slices, fish head and fishballs in kiam chye soup

Prawn Bak Kut Teh!!!

Delicious mua chee

Makeshift stove waiting to explode???

Reciprocating our good intentions yesterday, he was quick to foot the breakfast bill. A rich bak kut teh breakfast of prime ribs and pig’s innards swimming in a pot of herbal soup, it was thoughtful of him to make a separate order of king prawns for the benefit of others NOT put off by the crustacean. A must have signature dish, this seafood bak kut teh can only be conceived out its close proximity to the sea!

It is easy to navigate around Tg Sepat. The food haven is centered all along Jalan Pasar. Bustling with food stalls, it was astonishing to see all sorts of roasts hung up and already commanding beelines of customers from as early as 7.30 am!

Leaving the seaside town, we rolled along Jalan Banting-Sepang. It was a dull ride by the coasts. A monotony of flats!

Occasionally, a passing group of roadies piqued our senses. When there was a lull, we began to notice the HEAT...

The blazing sun was beating DOWN on us, unbearably. The heated tarmac was releasing thermal currents UPwards . Topping it all was the combusting bak kut teh WITHIN us!

Close to a nuclear disaster, we wisely avoided the catastrophe by turning into a corner coffee shop not far from Morib’s Golf Course! Cooling down over iced milk tea in general, was not enough. Many of us had to take a second drink from the refrigerator!!!

Forcing ourselves back on the road again, we focused our interest on Prosper Resort and Impian Resort, both situated next to each other. Beyond that, the golf course lent an unobstructed view of the sea!

After the sharp right turn on Jalan Banting-Sepang, we left the main trunk road to pursue a coastal path. Riding towards the bund, we passed a car coming from our opposite direction. The driver was retracing his way as the road ahead was a dead end!

Undeterred, we continued down the path. After all, we were on bicycles and Kim Chai was all confident.

Soon, the trees gave way to an unobstructed view of the sea. With it, all thoughts of the heat dissipated!

Riding along the bund with the Straits of Malacca to our left was exciting! Far in the horizon, ships ply the busy straits.

By late morning, the tide was low, revealing massive sandbags placed out at sea. We soon realized their purpose .... OR failed purpose!!!

As we ventured further down the bund, the picturesque pathway by the waterfront soon turned into an obstacle challenge. Many sections of the bund had collapsed due to erosion! It was hard to maintain a dignified silence when blatant poor plannings and mismanagements were right before us!!!

With the bund ending at Pantai Kelanang, we joined the road that ran parallel to the canal. Along the way, we met a couple of roadies from Klang.

Taking on the challenge of Bukit Jugra, we parted ways with our new friends and started on a quiet road near to a quarry. Travelling down the beautiful route with newly paved roads, settlements were sparse. Every now and then, a durian tree was spotted; growing to its full potential with little to zero competition! 

Our excitement grew as we came closer to the foothill. Spotted at the peak were 2 white sentries towering over the land below. The lighthouse and the radar tower; both lifelong partners, stood side by side in regal ceremony.

The climb started almost immediately from the foothill. Initially gradual, it became tougher and tougher as we started circumventing the Chinese cemetery.

At the first segment of the challenge, Kim Chai was leading with KC Tay following close behind. Claudine fell to fourth place when Uncle KC overtook her in glee!!!

Then...

A loud snap!!!

CS’ chain broke under extreme stress! He was rendered out of the race!!

Following behind, George stopped to help. He had a spare chain link for the job! He dropped out of the race as well!!!

Alvin, still recovering from his bad knee was going up the hill on foot when the mishap happened. He decided to lend a hand. This prompted VT to offer moral support too!

Once past the ancestral ground, Kim Chai made his first stop. This prompted everyone to follow suit, catching their breath as well.

When our dear lead rider decided to roll back down to offer his help, the baton was passed on to KC Tay. He took over the leadership in good stride! Standing up on the pedals, he turned the crank slowly but surely all the way to the peak. The rest followed the best they could, sometimes pushing, sometimes pedaling.

At the peak, we were rewarded with a breathtaking view of Hulu Langat and its majestic river. Right across the river, separated from the mainland is Carey Island.

About one fifth the size of Singapore, Carey Island was initially developed by Edward Valentine Carey as a rubber plantation. Slightly more than 100 years on, all we could see were palm oil trees!

Sitting on the grassy slope fondly used as a launchpad for paragliders, we squinted and stared but spotted no Mah Meri’s, the native folks of the island. Turning around, school children on a field trip swarmed the base of the lighthouse and radar tower!

Returning to the foothill, we found the rest of the team waiting under the shades of a run down park. Together, we rode out, stopping by a coffee shop for lunch before proceeding to the old Istana. By then, rain had caught up with us and the gates of the palace was closed for the day!!!

The rain was in a way, a real blessing! Once out of the kampung, traffic began to build up on Jalan Pusara. Heavy vehicles screamed past us on Road 5’s Jalan Banting Klang. Had it not rained, it would have been unbearably hot and dusty!

Coming into the city, traffic was crazy! There were so many traffic lights, flyovers and underpasses to navigate through.

By then, Claudine’s water bottle had jumped its cage at least 3 times! Branded Monkii Cage, its primeval nature was not surprising!

Traffic quietened down at Jalan Tepi Sungai. Stopping by the side of the road to get his bearings, Kim Chai was a bit confused. Right across the river was Dream Garden Hotel. While within sight was an old double decker bridge, we were not sure how to get to it.

Meanwhile, running parallel to the river were railway tracks. As we waited patiently for Kim Chai to get his coordinates right, a man traipsed across the tracks, sauntered over the cut fence and walked towards us. The idea of a shortcut immediately came to light!

In a flash, Alvin had nimbled his way across the tracks! VT followed suit!! Claudine was about to attempt the crossing when Kim Chai called us back!!! He had found an easier way to cross ... via Jalan Tengku Kelana!!!

As the 2 misfits found it too troublesome to cross the railway tracks again, the bigger group left it to them to find their way to the hotel. However, they were picked up, midway, at the bridge crossing!

KC Tay’s pick up was already waiting when we arrived at the hotel. The Melaka Team were homeward bound after a quick change of clothes as some of them had a wedding to attend that very same night!

After saying our goodbyes, the remaining team went for street food to tide us over till dinner. Returning to the hotel later, we took turns to shower. Some bikes were given a shower as well!!!

All spruced up, we met Mike and Jo for dinner at Restoran Boston Baru. Strategically located near our hotel, the crowd and queue were shocking! All seats in the restaurant and side walks were already taken up from as early as 6.30 pm. By then, a long queue of customers were already standing In wait for the second seating.

We finally understood the craze when the food was served. They were simply delicious and affordable!

Patrons continue to throng in, past 8 pm. By then, tables and chairs had already spread out to the carpark and curb as well.

The second LTF BKT group left Klang that night. Travelling together with VT and Claudine was Alvin who had purchased a second ticket for the south. No more Singapore bound tickets, he dropped off in JB, crossing the border via a private taxi at 4.30 am the next morning!

Berenda who went to Klang Sentral with the trio boarded alone. She was bound for Singapore’s Novena Center but her bus left her at the Island’s CIQ when she took too long to clear customs! She went to work still dressed as a cycling hobo!

The last group left Klang, the next day, after a BKT breakfast. Arriving late in JB, some of them decided to return home by private taxi. Uncle KC who never had to worry about work after retirement, took his time crossing the bridge alone. It turned out, bicycles travel faster than cars!!!


Photo Credits :
1. KC Au Yeong'
2. KC Tay

LTF BKT Melaka to Klang (30/9 to 1/10/2017), Day 1 : 3 States and 2 Borders

The complete team

The pre-dawn breakfast team

Kampung route

Waterworks department

Pipes drawing raw water from the nearby ponds

Part of the old railway route, 1905

Muddy off road

River crossings

Off the beaten path

Entering the abyss

Make your own way!

Booby traps

Arriving at Sg Pelek jetty

The ferry to cross the river

Boat fare

Monkeys at the other side of the jetty

One minute you are in Negeri Sembilan, the next minute you are in Selangor

Sg Pelek's FooChow biscuits

Earthen pot

Charcoal fuel

Seafood dinner

We left Three Little Birds home stay while it was still pitch dark. Past 6 am in the morning, it wasn’t cold but the strong breeze kept us worried as rain had been forecasted for the morning.

The corner food court and Hajjah Mona Assam Pedas from last night were devoid of activities. Both places saw a good flow of customers last night with the latter serving a peculiar beef rendang that came with salted egg, stir fried cabbage and white rice...a dish which was on everyone’s table!

Leaving Hotel Casa Del Rio, we joined the narrow lane of Jalan Hang Kasturi, marveling at the shop houses that extends more than 100 meters in length!!! These centuries old buildings usually incorporates family dwellings, servant quarters and a stable in the olden days. 

Turning right onto Jalan Tun Tan Cheng Lock; the old street, built for horse drawn carriages is today, a one way street. Flanked by old shop houses with narrow five foot ways on both sides, we almost travelled back in time until an approaching car brought us back to reality. Unless, we want to meet Tun Tan Cheng Lock in person, we’d better be more alert as we travel against the traffic flow!!!

At the end of the street, we turned left onto Lorong Hang Jebat, cruising alongside the river. Modern day assaults began with the police station and H&M’s megastore on our right. Continuing on with the garish centerpiece at the roundabout, the onslaught went on and on until the old world charm was totally lost!

Stopping at the first mamak shop at Jalan Bunga Raya, we packed ourselves with the standard Malaysian staples of roti canai, mee goreng and teh tarik. After that, the real ride began! Henceforth, our real taste of local life began as well !!!

Riding on the main arteries of Melaka, the city was beginning to stir. We fought heavy traffic at Batu Berendam, finally picking up KC Tay outside Infineon Technologies.

Throngs of people were rushing to get to work around the industrial area. Exhaust fumes from buses, cars and motorcycles were choking the very air we breathe! Cough*

Traffic quietened down a notch outside the Melaka Airport. When we finally turned into Taman Seri Bayan to meet up with Kim Chai and CS Lim, our ears were still ringing from the noise of the traffic!

United as a complete team, Kim Chai led us through Taman Seri Bayan, weaving past the homes of the locals. Passing through, we even witnessed a Chinese wedding in motion!

Exiting at the edge of the housing estate, we rolled past a school, treaded on dirt road, went under a flyover, finally connecting with a kampung route flanked by 2 large ponds. Faraway, a sawmill is visible on our right while right next to us was Syarikat Air Melaka, the waterworks department with its looming watergates and pumps!

Beyond, the old railway route began! Once, part of the railway line from Tampin to Melaka, the tracks were removed by the Japanese in World War 2 for reuse on the Death Railway in Burma! The line was not rebuilt after the war and is today a narrow paved road.

The picturesque route runs past paddy fields flanked by a backdrop of hills and village homes. Cranes were spotted in the middle of the paddy fields, their long legs half submerged in mud, waiting to snare a fish.

Running parallel to the road is an aqueduct. Built above the ground to irrigate the paddy crops, it draws water from a nearby river.

As we travelled further down the old railway tracks, the road became more narrow. Hardly disturbed by passing vehicles, the vegetation creeps closer to the road with tree branches offering arched shades.

Soon, even the tarmac disappeared as well, leaving us a dirt path with muddy pools of water left by the rain! At one point, we were rolling alongside a brook.

Coming out from one hurdle, we passed an Indian village by the edge of an oil palm estate. A couple were tending to a plot of flowering plants as flowers are popular at Hindu prayers. On another side, a man was spraying a herd of cows in a barn. Goats and their kids were walking in a hurry to get out of our paths!

On roads again, we barely travelled 50 m before steering off road again! This time, there were no visible paths but a grassy patch of booby traps. The sure footed rolled their way through the mud. The careful ones preferred to push, some even sinking their feet in mud!

Alas, our off road adventure came to an end. Joining the trunk road, the climbs began within minutes! One set of hills continued on to another set without reprieve.

Right after the right turn between M132 and M153, we were all bent forward, attacking yet another slope when a fluttering on the road caught both Berenda’s and Claudine’s eye! While B ignored the blue winged butterfly, only pointing to it as she rolled past; C could not ignore fortune when it is delivered right to her foot! She screeched to a stop right after a hasty hand gesture, startling George who was following behind!

It was a quick stop but by then most riders had overtook her and disappeared up the slope. Scaling a hill with the late Tuanku Abdul Rahman in one hand hand was not easy. He also protested badly when she tried to push him into her back pockets.

It was another ten minutes or so before she finally caught up with the rest at the roadside stall, our first break for the morning!!! Set at the corner junction between M153 and M10, this makeshift stall is built around the canopy of a few trees. Famous for their lempeng sambal tumis Ikan bilis, VT was quick to identify their signature dish while the rest went for the standard lontong which mostly went untouched, possibly because of the “tongsan” nature in our group....no chilies please!!!

Over breakfast, the first Yang Di-Pertuan Agong changed hands and went into the group’s coffer. Within minutes, He was passed on to the stall owner together with Claudine’s sweat and grime! Observe the velocity of the RM1 banknote and it will tire you out immediately!

Riding on, we continued our roller coaster ride, cutting through the mountain ranges. Judging by the endless rubber trees we passed by, rubber must be a cash crop for the state. Along the way, we zipped past the border into Negeri Sembilan.

The state crossing only dawned on us when name of places started to have a new ring. Minangkabau names, started appearing on signboards. The final deal was when we sat down for wantan mee at a Chinese coffee shop in Linggi. The stall owner and all hands spoke Cantonese, a common mother tongue in the area.

After lunch which came with complimentary bananas, we started on another set of hills. Past noon, the weather became unbearably hot. The good cloud cover we enjoyed the whole morning was only good up to the Melaka border!

Coming down a slope, dear Kim Chai was waiting at the junction under the hot sun to give directions. Meanwhile, CS Lim was spending extra hours under the sun, patiently sweeping the last riders to each regrouping point.

Turning left onto N6, everyone made a break for the only shelter in an otherwise barren road; a bus stop! While everyone were trying to make light on an otherwise hot day, Alvin arrived with a troubled look. His old knee injury from his last Wuling climb was beginning to act up.

Acknowledging his pain, Siew Wan offered to administer essential oil therapy on him. While she was playing nurse, Uncle KC wanted the same attention as well!!! Returning her deeds, Alvin began a physiotherapy session on her to help loosen a frozen shoulder!

Still not himself, we decided to stop at a family run eatery just down the road to allow him more rests. A roadside stall that sprouted next to a housing estate, it was conveniently located right opposite the family’s home. As we were only thirsty, we all had watered down liang teh whilst Alvin and Uncle KC packed their knees with ice.

It was also at this juncture that the news of Desaru 113 race began to pop up on WhatsApp media. While some friends made it to Top 10 categories, Claudine was sad to find out Dr Chu had an accident which ruptured the tendon on his knee! Resulting from this injury, he will be out of active sports for at least 3 months.

We did not make it far after our liang teh stop either. Stopping at a junction for regrouping, Alvin requested for the Arcoxia initially offered by Siew Wan. While nurse was going through her medical pack, Kim Chai offered his less potent “candies” as well. It seems our dear friend had come equipped with pain killers after seeking medical treatment for a migraine just the day before!

Jokes of using Uber service had surfaced since our last liang teh stop. However, based on the assurance that the next 12 km will be completely flat, Alvin pressed on with one good leg.

When we finally hit Port Dickson, the sights of falcons hovering in the sky did little to lift Alvin’s spirits. Stopping for drinks and another ice treatment, he began a deep discussion with the team on how to complete the ride. Grab app was flicked open when Claudine decided to hail an approaching taxi. Haggling with the driver, we finally agreed on the RM15 fare to Bukit Pelanduk.

When the ice pack grow from a small bag...

...to a big bag...

...it is time to call for a taxi!!!

The extra room in the cab soon gave rise to temptations. Siew Wan succumbed to the air conditioned comfort, leaving Gary to ride on alone....carrying her panniers as well!!!

Waving them off, the rest of the group resumed their journey through grueling hills and scorching sun. Even the dead at the looming Chinese cemetery must have been tickled to their bones when they saw us huffed and puffed our up the steep slopes!

The geography of Negeri Sembilan is different from Melaka. While the latter state thrives on rubber, we only sighted palm oil trees in Negeri Sembilan. These palm fronds offers little shades as we treaded past.

Counting down the milestones to Bukit Pelanduk, the road transport department played a sinister joke on road users like us. The distance to Chaah reduced and increased with each passing stone!!!!

Spotting the guys standing by the junction to Bukit Pelanduk brought real relief! While we whooped with joy, the old folks at the village wasn’t too thrilled to see our boisterous bunch. We were disrupting the thoughts of 2 men bent over a game of Chinese chess while their friends looked on silently.

Just next door, a wooden coffee shop was serving afternoon tea while its equally old patrons threw us cursory looks. Nope, we were not worth their attention as the shopkeeper had mentioned earlier that this was a popular route with cyclists enroute to Klang!!!!

Leaving the “retirement village”, we rolled along the side lane, right next to the Kedai Runcit. This small lane cuts through a mangrove swamp.

Just a few hundred meters later, our faces broke into smiles as we sighted Sungai Pelek and the ferry that serves the narrow river. A popular route with the locals, it cuts short travel time by more than 20 minutes! Only RM0.80 per person inclusive of bicycles, greetings by wild monkeys were thrown in as part of the deal!

The one minute ride across the river saved us 17 km of leg power. Right out of the boat, we stepped on Selangor soil. Rolling through a small plot of palm oil trees, we came out at the edge of a housing estate. Within minutes, we had arrived in the town center.

As pre requested by Berenda, Kim Chai led us to the home industry of the famous FooChow biscuit. Unfortunately, by 4 pm, production had ceased but the owner was kind enough to point us to the coffee shop where we could still buy the strange delicacy for consumption.

It was at this juncture that things started to slide southwards. Starting from Gary’s puncture, Alvin soon received news of his friend’s passing!! Regrouped for FooChow biscuits after the tube change, they tasted like hard buns filled with red bean paste!

Our final 20 km ride was a dull one. Rolling on flat terrain, passing coconut plantations, the evening sun bore its way through our skin, nanometers by nanometers!

The few of us behind made countless stops. Once for Alvin to call Mike. Then for Mike to return the call, cancelling dinner plans with us! Later, for George to take a puff!!!

Along the way, Alvin made attempts to return to Singapore but God already had other plans for him. He reflected on Life!

Right before Hocks House, the sceneries began to change. Riding alongside the Straits of Melaka, the sea was shimmering at sunset. The town became visible and cyclists were spotted on the road.

Labouring on, a most pleasant sight appeared at the far corner of Claudine’s eye. A movement...waving arms...a grinning man! It was CS signaling the end of the ride. Hurrah!!!!

Arriving at Hocks House, it took us quite a while to check in as Kenneth was flustered over an electronic key system that had gone awry. The 130 km ride on small wheels with a 1100m elevation gain did not deter the bike lovers from giving their bikes a good wash. It was a well deserved wash as the wheels had treaded through 3 states in a day!!!

That night, we rode out for a sumptuous seafood dinner. Continuing on with a bubur caca dessert, we went back to Hock House passing off gas the whole night.

One of the 3 men that saved planet earth!

Unwittingly, 3 men saved the planet that night. Skipping the abdominal bloating dessert in favour of their laundry, they did not contribute to air pollution! Meanwhile, riding out to the Tg Sepat jetty while the OCD’s were incessantly washing their bikes earlier, they helped to conserve water as well!

Photo Credits :

1. KC Tay

2. KC Au Yeong

3. Ped Al