Travels

When I was in the jungle, I came across a group of Orang-Asli, indigenous Malays who eke out livings in their tribal ways of life.

Sometimes on the road of travels you hit a stinker. Left Cherating Beach for some culture and nightlife in Terranganu, in northeast Malaysia.

've noticed that people give me a pause, then a strange look, then the answer I'm looking for when I pose a question in small towns.

This time, it wasn't the mosquitoes that woke me. It was heavy footsteps, thudding closer. Two Malaysian men knocked aside my hotel's door, sending a cone of white light towards my eyes.  It was 4:40 am, at the Sakura Inn, Jerantut.

I was lost. I had covered about 8 kilometers. "Shit, Fish," I told myself, "Climbing up that wall next to that brook was a brilliant idea. That wasn't a path, you idiot."

Tropical thunderstorms are gorgeous, especially after a day scorched by the spinning sun. It hit me as I watched the rain from the Temerloh bus station, waiting to connect to Jeremut, that I've got my travel mojo back.