Johan Sopiee, Danial Marzuki and Foogie Sim organised the third overnight bike ride under the BCG Tour banner. This time from Klang to Port Dickson and back.
The start was in the parking area outside the Hotel 99 in Bandar Botanik, Klang. We loaded our bags into Johan’s car, collected our cue sheets, and paid attention as Danial briefed us on the day to come. In the meantime Johan was already into his stride as official photographer.
Unless indicated, all the photographs in this post were taken by Johan.
A dozen of us were going to spend the night in Port Dickson before riding back to Klang the next day. Another eight or nine were joining us for the ride to Port Dickson, and were planning to turn around and ride straight back. A 240km / 150m round trip.
All the formalities were done by 7.45am. Danial tooted his roti man horn and we were on our way to Port Dickson. Johan led the way in his car, while Danial and Foogie were in a pickup, on sweeper duty behind the group.
The roads from Klang to Banting were not as busy as they have been on my previous Saturday rides through that area. Fikri and I started riding together, and we stayed together all the way to Port Dickson.
Morib is about 40km / 25mi from Bandar Botanik. Which made it a good place to stop for a drink and a nibble. Some of us had soft-boiled eggs and kaya toast here.
Others rolled a further 500 meters to the food court at the beach.
Then it was onto the 25km / 15mi stretch along the coast to Kampung Tanjung Rhu. A sea breeze was blowing. Unfortunately it was a gusty block headwind. I was thankful to have Fikri with me. He did more of the work into the wind than I did. I was finding the going tough. Fikri spotted one reason why that may have been. My rear tire was slowly losing air.
We stopped just after Tanjung Sepat. A few seconds later Danial and Foogie pulled over ahead of us. I decided to risk just pumping up the tire rather than replacing the inner tube. It was a hot morning, I had been working hard, and one of the things I like least to do is fixing a flat with sweat pouring down my face.
Rear tire fully inflated, Fikri and I headed onward into the wind and sun.
40 minutes later we were on the lookout for a place to stop for some fluid. Fikri’s bidons were empty, and I needed a refill too. The PETRONAS station in Sungai Pelek fit the bill. Cold drinks and air conditioning. Danial and Foogie stopped there too, so I had my rear tire topped up as well.
By the time we got through Sepang and the climbs along Route 5 to the right turn onto Route N4, the skies were darkening and thunder was rumbling in the distance. In a matter of minutes the heavens opened.
It wasn’t long before we were completely soaked. Both by the rain and the spray from passing vehicles. The wind was still in our faces, but at least we were feeling a lot cooler in the wet.
At about the 100km point the group of ‘out and back’ riders rode past in the opposite direction. The weather probably played a part in their decision not to ride all the way to Port Dickson. Even so, they probably covered 200km / 124mi by the time they were done.
The roads were wet all the way to Lukut. Fikri and I caught up with some of the other riders as we rode through Lukut. With 4km to go to the hotel in Port Dickson, Asni had a puncture. I wasn’t much better off. The hole in my inner tube was getting bigger, and I was losing air at a faster rate. After Johan fixed Asni’s flat tire, I had my tire fully inflated again and sped off, hoping to get to the hotel before my tire went flat again.
My tire held out, and everyone else made it safely too. We stayed at the Waterfront Boutique Hotel. The location on the esplanade walk of the PD Waterfront development means that the hotel is amongst a variety of food and beverage outlets, a bank, and shops. Best of all, the hotel allowed us to take our bicycles into our rooms.
After a shower and a short rest a bunch of us headed out to lunch. Danial and Johan drove to Teluk Kemang, one of the more popular beach locations in Port Dickson. The eatery of choice, based on their past experience, was Cowboy Place.
Renowned for its grilled chicken and steamed rice.
The merely hungry ate quarter chickens. The really starving ate half chickens.
Lunch was late. It was about 3pm by the time we got to Cowboy Place. By 7pm or so we were all thinking about dinner.
Foogie’s local knowledge took us to Restoran Seri Mesra Ikan Bakar.
You pick what you want from a variety of fresh fish, prawns, crab and other shellfish, and choose how you want each item cooked. Sit back and wait a few minutes while everything is being prepared, then roll up your sleeves and dig in. We had fish cooked two different ways, batter-fried squid, vegetables and rice. Delicious.
We still had room for dessert. McDonald’s was running a Mango Mania promotion. A mango sundae sounded like just the thing.
Four of us went straight to the McDonald’s near our hotel after dinner. Only to be disappointed. They had sold out of mango sundaes. We had to settle for chocolate soft ice cream cones.
Then it was time for bed. It would be another early start the next day.