
A buffalo in its jacuzzi
Heh, that's one of my favourite subjects in my Bakelalan/Kalimantan trip. A buffalo wallowing happily in his jacuzzi mud bath. I went a little buffalo-crazy then, snapping them with my baby every time I spot one. And there were plenty of them about the place. Many were tied loosely behind some houses' backyards, grazing slowly and steadily on the grass. They were what I call, natural lawn mowers -
organic and totally bio-friendly.
Anyway, what is making that buffalo happy is what I need now actually. A good (and clean) hot shower to soak the day's grime away. I'm still at the office working.
In the mean time, I jogged with Fran, another colleague at a nearby park. The park was barely 5 minutes drive away from our office and during rush hour, the traffic getting there was horrendous. So we decided to walk. Save petrol mar. What took a car less than 5 minutes took us 15-20 minutes of moderate walk. Never mind the long walk (about 30 minutes both ways), it was the oncoming vehicles that scared the patootties out of us. Cars, buses and trucks barreling down upon us as if we were flies. Motorcycles zipping dangerously close to us as if they want to graze our skins. I don't blame them. It was their road after all and for most of the way, there were no
proper pedestrian walkways.
We really should drive there the next time.
Still. All in all, we felt our spirits rise as we jogged and walked in the park. There were many trees, hills to clamber upon, a lovely lake and water fountain. Animals were aplenty, too with tortoises, fat fishes and monkeys eyeing joggers for handouts. The stress and tension of the day just rolled off our shoulders. There's nothing quite like sucking in the fresh air and soaking in the greenness of the whole place.
We were finally ready to leave the park after an hour of great sights and sweat. But aiyoh, the thought of walking all the way back to the office again and facing the merciless traffic sank our stomachs a little.
We definitely should drive there the next tomorrow when we do this again.
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