Excerpt from Essay No 2: “A PARADISE OF SORTS”

(from book “People & Places: Walk My Journey”; published by HK Publishing, 2022)

“….. By night time, life around the beach house would change completely. It would be dark outside with no street lights and so quiet around the house, you could only hear the sound of an old, noisy fan, working its rusted blades. Occasionally you could hear the sound of the waves. With no television, no phones and no internet, I was off the grid, so to speak. On these dark nights, little flickers of light, the fireflies, fluttering around the room would entertain you. And if you listened intently, you could hear the buzzing and the clicking of the cicadas, a sound almost musical in the wetlands, and once a while, the piercing sound of a motorcycle negotiating a corner on the asphalt in the distance.

A few hours of sleep afterwards and the alarm would go off again. It was time for the usual meeting between a creature and the Creator…….”

Kampong Mangkuk of Terengganu, backed by the South China Seas