As explained in my last posting at CATATAN SI MERAH SILU in the article Ketinggalan dua buah bas... I have an obsession with numbers. And so, after making a number of postings which adds up to numbers which had a certain meaning for this self, I pledged not to make any new postings until a suitable date arrives.
Today enters 1st of Rejab, the Islamic month said to be the month of God. So comes the time to break the ice. For information, I'm currently in Baling Kedah... Yesterday, I managed to visit some areas associated with the legendary figure Raja Bersiong (the king with fangs!), after spending 5 nights in Kelantan including at the Brunei mosque in Danau Tok Uban and the mosque of Tok Kenali in Kubang Kerian.
This is the first picture taken immediately upon arriving at Kuala Lipis. A Mercedes with plate number WGW 3300 parked in-line with the minaret of the old mosque of Kuala Lipis seemed to hold a certain meaning for me.
Look carefully. The parking lot is of the same height and level as the bus station where I embarked from Raub. In turn, the old mosque built in 1888 is situated some 15 feet under while behind the mosque, there lies the river of Jelai with its normal water level at 20 feet more underneath.
According to the locals, Kuala Lipis once suffered from severe flood which reached the bus station. What is weird, the old mosque was not touched by the flood although it is situated at lower ground!
The main mosque of Kuala Lipis seen from the train station...
Kuala Lipis train station. At first, I planned to take the 2.30 or 3.15pm bus to Kelantan. After that, there won't be any service until 3 in the morning! But I was so engrossed making corrections and additions to the blogspot at an Internet Cafe until I missed both trains!
This is the food and beverage area in front of the road towards the train station... It felt so alive, so I stopped a while for coffee.
Soon enough, I feel like taking pictures. As soon as this one is taken, an Indian gentlemen in the picture (the one looking away) asked that the picture not be entered in the newspapers! What! Does he think I'm a reporter? Hah! :]
Hawkers selling durian in front of the bus station
The old Indian man showed up again, pulling a different set of goods!
This is a picture of the bridge crossing Sungai Jelai taken from inside the 6pm bus to Gua Musang, Kelantan. After missing the afternoon trains, I must choose whether to wait till the wee hours for the next train, sleep at Kuala Lipis or find another means to get to Kelantan. Felt unpatient to go to Kelantan... It happens there's still enough time to get the only bus to Gua Musang... So there I went for the day! Bye! :]
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