Sixth Post
1. Above is the photo of a sunrise at Perhentian Island.
2. I know I had a very limited time on Perhentian Island, but am sure, I would return here someday. I packed all my stuff during the night, nothing much; my notebook, my camera, three lenses, a tripod and miscellaneous.
3. By the time I write this, I just completed reading a journal. ‘The Vanishing Breed' by Gretel Ehrlich, a journalist from National Geographic. A story about the lives of Komi people, that shifting nomadically with the seasons in the remote and forbidding northern coast of Russia. The story shortly reveals how the Komi people thoughts about living that way and a slight touch of loves by the writer.
4. Well, who am I to contrast with Gordon Wiltsie, photographer behind the journal cum my favourite, that travels the world, climbs up mountains and explores the wilderness of Himalaya, Arctic and Antarctica. But, the way how they travel the earth really inspires me.
5. Sincerely, I haven’t had it enough. My gears depreciation suggested me to upgrade. The noise, chromatic aberration, necessitate for faster apertures, longer focal length super-zoom, prerequisite for wider angle, plus gears’ miscellaneous, so forth, occasionally upsetting me. Nevertheless, I declare these as parts of my many drivers along this journey.
6. I wouldn’t know what I am looking for until I have a few wish list of mine. A personal remembrance though, really, my guided list and drawing mind map helps me.
7. Well, I just haven’t had it enough. I am addicted to the sun. so, I woke up early in the morning, walked out the ‘Matahari’ chalet before 7am, heading to ‘Long Beach’. Fortunately, I met azhar, the chalet keeper during my way, so managed to pass the key to him. ‘Bilo nak date lagi?’, he asked in a local, Kelantan dialect, ‘InsyaAllah, tinjau dah tinjau dah ni’, I replied.
8. I was at the beach, about 7am. there got few foreigners around, jogging, meditating. I saw a young local parents, sending their kid to school, lifting his son onto the boat before riding and disappeared.
9. A very polite italian man approached me, asking for a stick of cigarette since the grocery is not yet opened. "Oh, I wish I am still smoking, but recently I quit. I don’t have any sticks with me." I replied being polite too.
10. After a while, the sun started to rise.
11. I remember my Mahreen Alisha, my daughter. A name by the meaning of ‘bright and beautiful as the sun’ and ‘protected by Allah’.
12. InsyaAllah.
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