December 14, 2007
Starting before dawn on December 10th, we travelled from Gua Musang to a village of less than 300, called Dabong (don't worry: you only giggle the first few times you say this aloud.)
Grabbed a breakfast of roti from a family-run stand.
Wandered down streets, through backyards (inadvertently), and along village lanes.
Were found by a mountain guide, who goes by the name of Uncle, and shown to his information shack.
Ate a decorative mix of meat, veg and rice for lunch.
Dropped off our stuff at a hostel.
Gawked at a mobile fishmonger.
Wandered the streets some more.
Saw evidence of the monsoon.
Used the library's free computers to email.
Avoided a huge and angry chicken.
Saw the base of a massive waterfall.
Had dinner with some friendly hikers from Singapore.
And, stayed up too late reading.
