The day has to come although we had been trying not to think about it but it hit home after her flight took off and it was a quiet drive to Tabuan Jaya Baru 1. The rest of the day dragged on and I had a fitful night and the next day wasn’t much better especially when my wife found the tearful letter, hidden in her drawers, she wrote to us the night before.
Skim’s the sweetest and most wonderful daughter any parents could ever have wished for and we missed her terribly now that she’s left for Kuala Lumpur to pursue her dreams of being a lawyer. Though putting on a brave front and being the confident person that she undeniably is despite her tender age 0f 17; we knew that she must be missing us as much as did her. Letting go hurts. Terribly.
That was Thursday and now it’s Monday night and I’m still not feeling that much better and it’s back to work for me tomorrow after 5 long days of leave mulling in the past and reflecting on the quick passage of time in this life. I really do need to get on the water. And breathe.
A sentry truck somewhere on a desolate landfill site in Miri, Sarawak. 21st August 2008
Old trucks never die. They either end up as scrap metal, or if they’re in the middle of nowhere on some desolate land fill site in Miri; they end up as an awkward but otherwise useful guardhouse. And makes for an interesting photography subject on an otherwise hot (and boring) Thursday afternoon site visit on an uninspiring and sparse landscape.
One of the advantages of living in a small city like Kuching is that one can have the luxury of going home for lunch and a nap and making it back to the office in good time afterwards! I could never do that when I was working in Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. An hour and half lunch break is most sensible.
Anyway I have the added bonus of having a squirrel for lunch today as well, when one came down from the mangrove trees onto the table at our timber deck where I have left some bananas for the on the weekend for them. And thanks to 6 x optical zoom (210mm) of my Canon G9, I managed to capture some snaps of this really cute squirrel from my dining area, which really is ‘chicken soup’ for the soul and most nourishing. Burp.
A lovely morning from up in the air somewhere on an airline between Kuching and Bintulu. 11 August 2008
Time flies when you’re having fun or you have too much things to do or as you get older; and they are not mutually exclusive in my case. Between my trip to Bintulu on last Monday and Tuesday and my day trip to Miri on Thursday – life has been a blur affording little time for reflection; and I don’t like it. I think we need to do more than just react to situations and people in a knee jerk manner. Whatever.
Bintulu Airport Sunset. 12 August 2008
A Bintulu sunset. 12 August 2008
But no matter how ‘busy’ I am, I’m glad that somehow I’m never too busy to notice the amazing beauty and wonders that is all around us even at 30,000 feet. And a timely snap to capture the moment to relish later.
And whatever situation you may find yourself to be in this weekend; have a great one. As for me I’m going to take it real slow and ideally on a long and winding river.
A long and winding river from the air on the evening flight back from Miri to Kuching. 21 August 2008
Some of our guests have come a long way and unfortunately get to know about our kayaking trips only when they get here and so we try our best and even go out of our way to oblige them whenever we can so as not to disappoint them.
Changing subtleties of life and beauty that is all too easy to miss. So don’t. 18 August 2008.
So this morning we have 2 separate trips; one to spot dolphins and the other to Borneo Highlands for the rainforest kayaking adventure trip. I got up early in order to get the gear and stuffs ready for these two trips. In the course of doing this, I kept an eye on and watched the changing colours of the morning sky as the day unfolds. I’m still enthralled by the amazing beauty of the changing hues and intensity of the morning lights as it plays against the rising clouds warmed by the sun. What a show and one which finds a ready and appreciative audience in me. Join me. Have a productive and inspiring week ahead.
The day has to come although we had been trying not to think about it but it hit home after her flight took off and it was a quiet drive to Tabuan Jaya Baru 1. The rest of the day dragged on and I had a fitful night and the next day wasn’t much better especially when my wife found the tearful letter, hidden in her drawers, she wrote to us the night before.
