Bot Selame Ini
I think it is the second or the third time we go fishing at Kg Pasang Api jetty. The place gives us excitement because it is situated in the estuary area of Sungai Perak (Perak River) which leads out into Selat Melaka (Malacca Strait). It gives us new dimension of catch, new in the sense that it won’t just be keli fish or tilapia fish such those that we can catch in the stream in our neighbourhood, such as those we make of hell fish. Usual worms bait won’t work here too, well actually we have never even tried, but instead we have to use expensive baits of at least prawns to get anything here from ikan sembilang, ikan baguk tangga, ikan duri, ikan pari, and sometimes udang galah. We could as well use sandworms but they are hard to find.
The sweet wind also blow tastily on our skins and here and now there are fishing boats pass us by in the waters in front of the jetty Airine would hooooh hoooooooooooh and wave at whoever is in driving the boats as if they’re known each other for a long time but we all know that the fishermen wouldn’t mind waving back to us.
If you’re doing any syndicate project or just going out to the towns with Airine you might just wanna have a thick skin handy or facy because of the air of extreme and abject friendliness the syndicate gang would project.
We don’t really like to man our fishing rods all the while and wait there until we get anything because it might sometimes take hours. Instead we would go venture around the area to seek mangrove adventure. Sometimes there would be macaque monkeys near the area patrolling the mangrove trees we would go near and watch what they’re doing, curious as ever to behaviour previously unseen in our own neighbourhood, although if we think hard enough we would quickly remember a good imitation of such monkeyish behaviour by us syndicate gang members especially when we burn one of us to ultimate embarrassment. The big white rocks that JKR put on the embankment to prevent erosion also provide us good deal of browsing activities because a lot of things would be washed ashore. Driftwood from all over the world might find their final resting place here. There are dead things such as dead crayfish, ‘islands’ – a collection of dead kiambang (hyacinth) vegetation sticking together and usually floats across the river (which sometimes would get stuck to our fishing lines too by the by), used fishing nets from which there are useful rubber and metal parts we could use, or sometimes dead fishes that bear used fishing hook in their mouth we always take to recycle.
There are also those fishing boats that those fishermen park when they go home or go to kedai kopi (coffeeshop) and drink their wages, playing droughts and watch wrestling. So most of the time there are nobody in the fishing boats and of course me and Airine would like to take a sneak peek what’s inside. We both always hope that one sunny and lovely day one of those fishermen would take us to the seas and show us their trade, or at least let us fish on their boats for free or just for the sake of having been in the seas in a fishing boat itself. Nobody would turn down a joy boatride especially for free.
Because it has rained before we got there wet soils and muds stick to our flip flops slippers and make them heavy but heavier still our hearts if we leave this place today without going off to an adventurous sightseeing of them boats without their owners to pose murderous threat to intruders like us. We climbed to one of those anchored boats with our dirty slippers on and we browse the hell out of the boat to see the small navigation chamber, the engine chamber inside, and that’s pretty much it for a small boat actually-everything else is all visible from the outside ha ha. Because of the mud and sticky soil underneath our slippers we decide to rub them off on the floor of the boat so that we can continue our seeing-around more comfortably. There is no caught fish nor the net itself in the boat so we think we might wanna go to the next boat for a better excitement.
But just when we are about to jump to the next boat we hear somebody calls Oooi Ooooi to us. We see a paunchy man in his 40s with a machete in his hand coming right at us in our boat (while we’re on the boat I guess I might as call it’s our boat).
Ooooo…selame ni ko la ye yang bawak kasut mengotorkan bot aku ye!!!
Ooooo…all these times it was you who have been dirtying my boat!!!
Of course we won’t stay there for very long when we hear such a threat from somebody with a machete in his 40s, big belly or no big belly. As usual when disaster strikes we both scamper free from the disaster point in this story the boat saving our skin and my slippers that are now left behind because we’re so busy getting away sprinting using everything from our heart and gut content both of my slippers slipped away from my feet I have to stop and take it and wait wait wait fomme Airine because Airine just runs leaving me as always to grab my slippers and good thing that big belly doesn’t go after us because of that big front flab won’t make high speed mobility or let alone pursuit of more mobile prey such a good idea.
I don’t know that there has been other people who have gone and dirtying his boat that makes him saying such unfair thing to us. It was such an irresponsible act of those people before us to do that and put the lives of mine and Airine’s in danger. Now it makes us all look bad. I dunno if we want to come again to the same jetty to fish for fear of the big belly in his 40s with his machete would sneak behind our back and throw a net at us while we’re so busy with our fishing rod and finally we get caught. But what I do know is that you shouldn’t bring your dirty footwear on a boat especially if it’s not yours. Lesson learnt indeed.
The sweet wind also blow tastily on our skins and here and now there are fishing boats pass us by in the waters in front of the jetty Airine would hooooh hoooooooooooh and wave at whoever is in driving the boats as if they’re known each other for a long time but we all know that the fishermen wouldn’t mind waving back to us.
If you’re doing any syndicate project or just going out to the towns with Airine you might just wanna have a thick skin handy or facy because of the air of extreme and abject friendliness the syndicate gang would project.
We don’t really like to man our fishing rods all the while and wait there until we get anything because it might sometimes take hours. Instead we would go venture around the area to seek mangrove adventure. Sometimes there would be macaque monkeys near the area patrolling the mangrove trees we would go near and watch what they’re doing, curious as ever to behaviour previously unseen in our own neighbourhood, although if we think hard enough we would quickly remember a good imitation of such monkeyish behaviour by us syndicate gang members especially when we burn one of us to ultimate embarrassment. The big white rocks that JKR put on the embankment to prevent erosion also provide us good deal of browsing activities because a lot of things would be washed ashore. Driftwood from all over the world might find their final resting place here. There are dead things such as dead crayfish, ‘islands’ – a collection of dead kiambang (hyacinth) vegetation sticking together and usually floats across the river (which sometimes would get stuck to our fishing lines too by the by), used fishing nets from which there are useful rubber and metal parts we could use, or sometimes dead fishes that bear used fishing hook in their mouth we always take to recycle.
There are also those fishing boats that those fishermen park when they go home or go to kedai kopi (coffeeshop) and drink their wages, playing droughts and watch wrestling. So most of the time there are nobody in the fishing boats and of course me and Airine would like to take a sneak peek what’s inside. We both always hope that one sunny and lovely day one of those fishermen would take us to the seas and show us their trade, or at least let us fish on their boats for free or just for the sake of having been in the seas in a fishing boat itself. Nobody would turn down a joy boatride especially for free.
Because it has rained before we got there wet soils and muds stick to our flip flops slippers and make them heavy but heavier still our hearts if we leave this place today without going off to an adventurous sightseeing of them boats without their owners to pose murderous threat to intruders like us. We climbed to one of those anchored boats with our dirty slippers on and we browse the hell out of the boat to see the small navigation chamber, the engine chamber inside, and that’s pretty much it for a small boat actually-everything else is all visible from the outside ha ha. Because of the mud and sticky soil underneath our slippers we decide to rub them off on the floor of the boat so that we can continue our seeing-around more comfortably. There is no caught fish nor the net itself in the boat so we think we might wanna go to the next boat for a better excitement.
But just when we are about to jump to the next boat we hear somebody calls Oooi Ooooi to us. We see a paunchy man in his 40s with a machete in his hand coming right at us in our boat (while we’re on the boat I guess I might as call it’s our boat).
Ooooo…selame ni ko la ye yang bawak kasut mengotorkan bot aku ye!!!
Ooooo…all these times it was you who have been dirtying my boat!!!
Of course we won’t stay there for very long when we hear such a threat from somebody with a machete in his 40s, big belly or no big belly. As usual when disaster strikes we both scamper free from the disaster point in this story the boat saving our skin and my slippers that are now left behind because we’re so busy getting away sprinting using everything from our heart and gut content both of my slippers slipped away from my feet I have to stop and take it and wait wait wait fomme Airine because Airine just runs leaving me as always to grab my slippers and good thing that big belly doesn’t go after us because of that big front flab won’t make high speed mobility or let alone pursuit of more mobile prey such a good idea.
I don’t know that there has been other people who have gone and dirtying his boat that makes him saying such unfair thing to us. It was such an irresponsible act of those people before us to do that and put the lives of mine and Airine’s in danger. Now it makes us all look bad. I dunno if we want to come again to the same jetty to fish for fear of the big belly in his 40s with his machete would sneak behind our back and throw a net at us while we’re so busy with our fishing rod and finally we get caught. But what I do know is that you shouldn’t bring your dirty footwear on a boat especially if it’s not yours. Lesson learnt indeed.
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