On Saturday morning, Hisham and I cycled to Kampung Nelayan for an outing in his
uncle's boat. Pak Man, Hisham's uncle had invited us to go on a fishing with him
and his friends. This was an outing I will never forget.
We cycled to Bukit
Nelayan. It was a long and winding stretch to the top. A tiring but
exhilarating ride uphill and the view from
the top was spectacular. We stopped to catch our breath and to enjoy the view.
Then, we cycled downhill. The ride was easier as it was going downhill to
Kampung Nelayan a few meters away from the foothill. The way down had a few
sharp bends but it did not put us off. In fact,
I got so excited that I challenged Hisham to a race. He protested and warned me
about slowing down.
I turned a deaf ear to his warning and filled with excitement, I zoomed down
the hill and took the sharp bends like a pro. Trees and open spaces whisked past
and I felt on top of the world without a care or thought for safety. Just as I
turned a bend, a car appeared on the other side of the road. I was shocked to
reality and gingerly applied the brakes to
slow down. But, the brakes did not respond. I found myself spinning on and on
down to the bottom of the hill. Now, in front of me were a huge tree and a clump
of bushes. I had to avoid hitting the tree or I would end up with broken bones.
I swerved and landed headlong into the bushes. Not exactly a soft landing but a
Hisham caught up with me and hauled me up from the bushes. On learning that I
was none the worse from the fall, except shaken up, he gave me a hard glare and
a good telling off. I looked at him
sheepishly and we had a good laugh at my foolishness. Luckily the bicycle was
not badly affected except for a bent fender. We cycled to Pak Man's house and
this time at a leisurely pace.
Pak Man took us to the beach. We were helped into his boat and told to sit
quietly and do as we were told. Pak Man said he did not want us to end up in the
water. We were there to fish not to swim. I smiled awkwardly recalling the
mishap at the hill. Soon, we were a distance away from the beach and the three
men cast a net. They rowed the boat along dragging the net behind the boat. As
usual, impatient to see the fruits of our labor, I stood up excitedly asking
about the catch. Before I could get an answer, I found myself in the water. The
boat had rocked and I fell into the sea.
Fortunately, I had a safety jacket on and it kept me afloat. Pak Man and his
friends extended an oar and helped me back into the boat. Hisham did not say a
word. He glared at me while Pak Man told me off about being impulsive and
endangering my life. A few minutes later they pulled in the net and headed for
the beach. They had a good catch. We had lunch at Pak Man's house and then left
Hisham warned that he would not have any more outings with me until and
unless I promise to behave.