The walking through the mud got so bad that at one point my wife had to take the baby away from me. You see she is much lighter than me, so she didn't sink as much. Me on the other hand kept finding myself sinking up to the hip and still going down especially with baby Al-Rasyid's weight on top of mine. To stop the sinking and continue with the journey I had to practically crawl and walk on all four limbs.
The situation got so bad that I almost gave up. My wife was also thinking the same, after finding the path ahead still leads to more sinking and no end. That's when I realised we have taken a wrong path. But luckily I regained our orientation and caught sight of the tip of the sandbank. That gave my wife who was like 50 metres ahead new strength to press on and I followed until we reached safety!
Whatever thank God for giving us the strength and willpower to go on. And so there we were on Beting Beras Basah, the place where the first Sultan of Perak had his ship stucked 500 years ago before he can proceed upriver to be coronated as ruler of this state...
Still Beting Beras Basah stretched on still further. I think I have written or said somewhere that it is 300 metres long. Wrong... my most recent check using Google Earth shows that it is at least 860 metres from end to end!