Morning walk

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Apart from the heat (about which I know I sound like a stuck record), taking a walk in Ipoh can be hazardous. I go out early most mornings when it is still dark in order to get a little bit of exercise while it is relatively cool. But there are no footpaths so I have to walk on the road. Because most motorists here drive at well over the speed limit this is a hazardous undertaking. Then there are the dogs, many of which are feral and roam around in packs. The other morning I was barked at ferociously by a guard dog that had come out of a property through a small gap in the fence. Many of the large houses around here have guard dogs enclosed in their yards and warning signs posted on their gates. I usually feel sorry for these animals, who are not pets and never get paid any attention. But I am accustomed to them barking at me from behind sturdy walls. Encountering this dog on the road was very frightening. Fortunately some golf club workers came along on a motorcycle just then and chased the dog away. It is far better if we go on a jungle walk (see pic above) but to do this, we have to get up really early and walk up hundreds of steps in the dark to reach the jungle before it gets too hot, so we don’t do it very often.

Walking uphill

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We’re in training for our tramp up Mount Kinabalu in Sabah (east Malaysia) at the beginning of June. Because that will involve walking uphill for many hours, we’ve been trying to do some walks that involve going up and down stairs. One of these is a route up Ipoh’s highest hill, Bukit Kledang, which has various flights of stairs in various states of disrepair and no handrails anywhere! (The photo is of stairs I regularly went up and down while in Auckland and is about as far from the Kledang conditions as possible). We went up early yesterday morning while it was still dark so that we could test our headlamps and also take advantage of the cooler temperature. I never know which is worse – going up or coming down! Both seemed really hard yesterday and when we got back to the car at 8am, the temperature was already 31 degrees. I’m trying to remain optimistic about my chances of completing the Mount Kinabalu climb.

Walking at 10am

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I set off to walk around the Orakei basin at 10am today. It was such a pleasure, not only to be in such a beautiful place, but also to walk comfortably for an hour at that time of the day. If I walked in Ipoh in the late morning,  I would collapse into a puddle of perspiration after half an hour! We are spoilt for choice when it comes to walkways in Auckland. There are so many dedicated footpaths in green spaces, usually with wonderful views and populated by large numbers of birds. This morning I enjoyed the views of the city dominated by the Sky Tower and the green slopes of Mount Hobson and Mount St John. I loved walking among the trees and watching the shags drying their wings while perched on a tree stump over the water.

Jungle walk

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We ventured into the jungle behind the golf course where we are now living. There is a pathway that leads to a series of small waterfalls. The water is clear and cascades over granite boulders, forming pools that are invitingly cool. The whole area is shaded by tall trees that have huge leaves. To get an idea of the size of the leaves we took the photo above, with my (very big!) feet as the scale. We were also fascinated by the tiny worm-like leeches that hurried in our direction as soon as they sensed us. We didn’t realise that any had actually latched onto us until we took off our shoes. When we removed the leeches from our ankles, the blood poured thanks to their clever anti-coagulating technique. We then took another path to get a view of the golf course and were met with the sight in the photo below. Someone had taken a lot of trouble to dump their rubbish in this otherwise pristine environment when they live in a city in which there is a rubbish collection three times a week.

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Walking the golf course

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If we get up when we hear the first call to prayer from the nearby mosque, we are early enough to walk (in my case) or run (in Jim’s) around the golf course where we now live. Any later and it’s too hot and also we disturb the golfers who are out honing their skills on the greens. This morning it was still dark when we set off. It was cool and the air was fresh after a good shower of rain. The buggy paths that we follow wind their around the course, through small groves of tall trees and alongside creeks that flow from the hills surrounding the area. Everything is pristine – there is no rubbish lying around and the green keepers are out on their tractors tending to the soft, green grass and raking the bunkers. They bob their heads under their huge straw hats to say “selamat datang”. I was half-way round when it started to rain again. What bliss to finish my walk feeling cool and damp. Jim was wet having jumped into the pool on his way back to the apartment!