My alarm was set for 7:00am.
Others were up, too. Plenty of time for a cigarette or a coffee before meeting in the car park at 8:00am.
Bags loaded in the car for Zulfa to transport back to KL and ready to roll.
It didn’t take us long to find a place for breakfast. Medan Selera Sri Bayu had a good selection: nasi lemak, roti canai, lempeng, roti jala, a few curries to go with the carbohydrates, curry puffs and Malay kuih.
We rode to Sungai Gadut station. That was half the distance of the ride to Port Dickson. I think many appreciated the shorter and more relaxed ride after the exertions of the previous afternoon.
We didn’t do any back roads riding. What we did cycle on were well-surfaced. Outside the built-up areas of Port Dickson, Ayer Kuning and Rantau, there was very little traffic. The rolling terrain gave us 360 metres / 1,180 feet of elevation over the 42.5 kilometres to Sungai Gadut station. Thank goodness for the slower pace.
We got to Sungai Gadut station at 10:35am. We had lots of time before our train departed at 11:53am.
We definitely had enough time for an impromptu yoga session led by the queen of flexibility, Zaryl.
Bin Soo carried a 360º video camera with her. She put together a wonderful video clip of our rides to and from Port Dickson.
View the video here.
The train rolled out of Sungai Gadut station on time. I must say that the Komuter trains are very punctual. I must also say that this train was quite cold.
I was glad for the warm air coming into the train every time it stopped at a station.
It was drizzling while we rolled through the two or three stations before our stop. The rain stopped as we rode from Bank Negara station to Kwong Cheung Loong Kopitiam Bar on Jalan Doraisamy. The others either got off the train before or after Bank Negara station, or didn’t have time for lunch before having to be at home.
They missed a yummy lunch. They also didn’t get a piece of Maresa’s home-made banana bread.
It was pouring by the time this group got to the car park at my home to pick up their bags. I hope no one got too wet leaving the building.
It would have taken more than rain to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of our two days together. It was broiling hot on the way to Port Dickson. I wasn’t the only one with cramp. We shared enough laughs amongst good friends to compensate for those and any other inconveniences.
Thank you, everyone, for making this trip so much fun.
Old Roots, New Routes 