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| The complete team at Gelang Patah | 
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| At Restoran Amin's | 
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| At Restoran Amin's | 
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| At Restoran Amin's | 
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| At Pekan Nanas | 
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| At Pekan Nanas | 
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| Oops! We lost our support car | 
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| Warming up before the actual hills begin | 
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| Renggam's railway station was packed! | 
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| Extreme weather without cloud cover | 
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| Layang-layang to Renggam | 
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| Rolling hills | 
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| Susanna's version of authentic pisang emas...no goatees!!! | 
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| Dinner! | 
Arriving at the first meet up point 
this morning, Claudine was taken aback by the choice of rides. Everyone 
had come with road bikes except for KC, VT and herself. On trusty 
touring bikes, there was no way they could keep up with those speed
 machines. But then again, it was a lame excuse considering York Fuan was braving
 it with 16 inch wheelers on 6 speed!!!
 

 
We took the customary group photos 
before setting off for Valley West, only to stall midway. Susanna had 
come forward on her missing roommate, Zoe! It seems Claudine had not 
done a proper head count and rolled out after allowing a 10 minutes buffer.
 Luckily, our damsel was spotted coming up the Eastgate slopes and was 
quickly swept into the group.
It was still early and we were all in a
 great mood. Even Bernie’s bare bottom, covered only in briefs and 
shorts was feeling great! Dressed in T-shirt, he even received 
compliments from Zoe on his youthful looks!
After whisking Philip into the 
paceline, we set off for Restoran Amin in Gelang Patah to meet the 
Singapore team. The group had met at Woodlands around 5.30 am while most
 of us were still in bed, arriving earlier than expected, thanks to
a speedy clearance at the CIQ. They were later, met and hosted by Moses 
from Country Garden’s Danga Bay onwards.
Finished with a hearty breakfast of roti’s and
 such, we headed for Pekan Nanas. Those who had off loaded their bags 
into the support car were suddenly lighter and keeping well with Jolin, 
the lead rider. When the rest finally arrived, they were
 full of complaints on the “touring” speed!!!
 

 
 
  
As the next segment is devoid of food 
stalls, we made a pit stop at the corner coffee shop by the canal for 
drinks before heading out to Sedenak. Leaving Pekan Nanas town, we lost 
our support car as soon as we made the turn into the backroads
 of Gunung Pulai only to meet much later, in Layang-Layang.
 
Meanwhile, we were blissfully happy 
riding the foothills of Gunung Pulai, amidst quaint kampung houses 
decked with flowering plants, fruit orchards and palm oil estates. Along
 the way, we rolled past a bridge, met some local folks having
 a “picnic” by a road shoulder and gone astray only to be led by a 
confident Philip, who happens NOT to be a local Malaysian!!!
 
At Kampung Melayu Raya, we committed 
ourselves fully to the perpetual long and flat stretches. TH, Bernie 
and Jolin had to be constantly reminded to slow down as Claudine had 
previously lost some riders in this maze. Swabbed by patches
 of cow dung and running alongside waterways controlled by small lock 
gates, she was not prepared to start another search team this time.
 
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| Take 5 under the North South Highway | 
Emerging out on Route 1’s Jalan Besar 
which ran parallel to the North South Highway, we connected with J25’s 
Jalan Sedenak. The immediate climb to Hua Guo Shan’s temple was a shock 
for many who were beginning to feel the strain from the
 earlier race. Coming close to mid-afternoon, the heat was becoming 
unbearable. TH was first to report a cramp followed by KC. 
 
Unfortunately for them, no one could 
will themselves to ride down and offer help. Even young Jolin raised the
 white flag.
We were reluctant to leave for 
Layang-Layang, but with only 60 km under our belts, we really had to 
keep going or we will never reach Kahang. Cringing under the heat, we 
left the temple sanctuary and braced the next segment. As a cooling
 measure, Jenny, Lim and a few others were seen dousing their clothings 
with water before push off.
 
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| We are heading that way! | 
 
Stopping by the railway crossings for a
 quick group photo, Bernie never came. He had called Suzie, arranging 
for a pick up; altogether giving up on the hills and heat. 
 
Meanwhile, TH
 and Susanna were only turning the pedals, waiting to be
 swept up by the support vehicle. Thus, when we left the railway 
crossings and the fighting cock that our railway guard had proudly 
professed its championship winnings at Pontian only last week, nobody would have fully figured the owners of the 3 bicycles loaded to the trunk of
 the support vehicle. 
 
Later, as we entered the labyrinth of the palm oil
 estate, Henry and Mr Lim started a sick joke. They started crooning while the others 
were panting their way up the hills. "Every place I go, I'll think of you. Every song I sing, I'll sing for you."
Arriving at Guang Fatt wantan mee 
shop, lead riders Jolin and Raymond were already comfortably seated with
 those from the support vehicle. However, everyone were in shock when Zoe and York Fuan wheeled in 
with reports of KC suffering from cramps! He has never been known to suffer from cramps but what luck to strike
 a double whammy this time!
 
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| Come rescue me!!! | 
Communicating via whatsapp, VT soon 
left his sentry post at the junction to Bukit Batu upon KC's announcement that he needed help. Left with little choice, Bernie and Suzie had to 
hurry through their lunch for his rescue.
 
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| Gearing up to leave for Renggam without TH and Jolin who were picked up by Elaine | 
The weather was reportedly heating up 
to 37 degree C when we finished lunch. Following Philip’s suggestions to wait 
out the heat, we arranged for a late push out which saw VT and him retreating into the airconditioned comforts of 7 Eleven while the
 rest tried taking naps either horizontally or laterally!
 
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| KC at Renggam railway station | 
A little motivation goes a long way. 
Riding on promises of cendol and pisang goreng, we arrived at Renggam’s 
railway station in no time.
Thereafter, we embarked on our long 
and arduous ride to Kahang, passing by Renggam’s mountainous landfill 
which pilferaged the otherwise, clean air. Fueled by gula melaka and on 
gentler rolling hills, we sped to the junction of J51.
 
When we reached the Mardi roundabout, 
the food stalls spread out on the opposite exit with huge followings was 
too irresistible. Breaking for tea, their famous sup kambing never made it to our table as the heaty concoction does not go
 well on hot days. Instead many went for the cooling coconuts while 
Susanna profusely declared that the pisang emas sold here were from the original breed as they do not sport any goatees.
 
After the Mardi roundabout, we turned 
right to Route 749, riding along the foothills of Gunung Berlumut. The 
air turned cooler as evening approaches but with the foothills came the 
continuous slopes to climb. Soon Bernie was back in the
 support vehicle and with dusk approaching, KC tried to cheer everyone 
on with a makeshift fan made out of palm fronds.
 

 
The last 10km to Kahang ran along a 
winding and relatively busy trunk road. Along the way we rolled past a 
Chinese cemetery sending twice the shivers down Claudine’s spine. What 
with dusk approaching and the Hungry Ghost month, all hell
 will break loose!
That night, we walked the streets of 
Kahang and were impressed with their residential houses. Unlike the 
usual kampung baru concept from the Briggs administration, the houses 
here have been revamped to reflect the economic viability of
 the area. Not as remote as initially thought, the epicenter is 
predominantly Chinese with a few restaurants, phone shops, kedai runcit,
 cake shop and even a Thai massage!
 

 
During dinner, Claudine befriended a 
young lady, visiting from KL. She became the spokesperson for the 
restaurant and explained it is run by her uncle and his wife. Having 
just returned from a gap year in Canada, Kahang is her last port
 of call before she begins her life as a working adult. So while 
Claudine blessed her with well wishes on her new career, we wondered if 
life is the same behind Hell’s Gates. Coincidentally, today is the peak 
of the Hungry Ghost month, the 15th of the seventh
 month on the Chinese Lunar calendar and many superstitious Taoist took  to
the road with prayers to appease the spirits!
 
Photo Courtesy :
1. KC
2. Suzie
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Hotel 128, Kahang
 
 
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