I hear Carey Island is famous for its seafood but today I was heading for the Golden Hope oil palm plantations. I was looking for long and flat terrain as I'm looking at taking up cycling to ease of the pressure on my busted knees.
Lots of endless irrigation canals...
..endless roads and ...
... lots and lots of endless red dirt trails.
The air was fresh, the wind was rustling through the trees and the birds....so many and we're not talking the tube top wearing types from the Asian Heritage Row. As we walked along the red dirt trails, we saw ospreys, sea eagles, king fishers, storks and those tiny little tweety ones flitting, gliding and just nonchalantly swooping around the trees. Other wild life made appearances too- monitor lizards, big and small and squirrels. As they were too quick for me I guess you'll have to settle for pictures of static vegetation that were more than happy to pose for me...
Me Trying To Show Sensitivity.
Me Trying To Show Sensitivity 2. And a nectar sucking bee (top right flower).
We were lucky as it was slightly overcast so it was all good. Almost perfect conditions.
Ah Lim fearlessly crossing the Death Bridge of Thunder Chasm River.
This building was built in 1930 and still is in immaculate condition. At least from the outside la.
The grounds were PERFECT. A picture book brought to life.
Tea and scones anyone?
The Guesthouse near the Carey Island Sports Club
What else can you ask for? Strong black coffee, a gentle wind in your face and a thousand shades of green all around you.
The classic plantation football pitch - green, green grass. Just have to be careful of the odd cobra in the grass.
Local kids fishing on pier. The opposite side of the river leads to Port Klang.
The 'beach' is nothing much more than rocks stretched out in both directions. The water is muddy and not worth much except you get to see the container ships en route to Port Klang.
Carey Island is a world of it's own. Literally untouched, it's a throwback to simpler elegant times. As usual the rude intrusion of modern times has crossed the bridge to the island and is evident by some ugly new brown buildings at the entrance to Heritage Island section of the Island. There's still things to see like the Mah Meri carvers which I didn't have time to track down. I'm going back of course, to enjoy some morsels of another time period and to take in as much as I can before we loose this gorgeous testament to historical preservation to the encroaching tides of modernisation(damn, that was a mouthful...).