Beautiful Island (PART 2a)

Note: Aunty is now officially known as Sayang.
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A few months after getting my license, El Stormo Guapa came into my life. She brought along some independence, macho street credentials, and a 2.5 litre turbocharged Diesel engine with 4WD.

There aren't suitable words to describe the grunting sound that comes to mind right now.

Penarik and I decided that the time was ripe to take ESG for her first off-road adventure, but first we would start with some BKT in Klang. We took the old road there and explored the city centre for a while and found what looked to be quite a promising establishment. It bloody sucked and was a bad start to the night. We got out of dodge as fast as we could and realised that from Klang town, we had no idea how to get to Pulau Indah. No worries. Penarik and me pride ourselves on being adventurers so we just took the road that "felt" right.

We felt all the way through the town, past the hospitals, heading towards the part of the sky that felt like ocean... I mean, there has to be an ocean for there to be a port, right? Straight through the heart of Klang until we came across this massive elevated highway and followed under it for a while before getting on to it and then we felt like we had to go left, so we did, and lo and behold came across the bridge crossing the river and the signboard saying "Pulau Indah".
Awwwwwwww shieeeeeeeeeeet.

On our previous visit to Pulau Indah, we had found an asphalt road that took us past a half completed housing estate but then transitions unceremoniously into a dirt track very fast. In the Volvo we turned around and went through the village instead, but in El Stormo Guapa, we decided that the housing estate should be our first stop. We knew where the village road was kinda going, this one was a complete unknown. All the more fun to follow it. You already know what I'm going to say next... we followed the dirt road.

High Beams on. Neutral Gear. Switch to 4WD High. Back to Drive. Drove.

ESG took to offroading like ice to a whiskey soda. While the Volvo was plodding at 10km/h, ESG was sailing along at about 45. Now, I realise that you shouldn't be driving so fast off-road, but it wasn't the Kalahari or even the Camel Borneo Expedition. It was just a dirt road. In retrospect Penarik was a bit of a pussy with regards to his aunty's car. But then again, it was his aunty's car and she is a bit of a stickler.

After a few minutes on the dirt road we busted out onto a small dirt clearing with a cute little dirt junction. To the left was an abandoned kampung house, and to the right was the village road we had used the last time we were here! Our theory of "All Dirt Roads lead to Dirt Rome" was true and we stopped to do a little jig. Actually we just turned to each other and nodded. The best way to enjoy revelations and discoveries like this is in absolute silence. I mean, conversation silence. We were listening to the Lost in Translation soundtrack which turned out to be perfect. There was something infinitely serene about that music wafting through the pitch blackness. Sofia Coppola has a damn good eye but she has even better ears. We lit a cigarette and sped off. The mocking of the Angler's Resort signboard could not be heard over the grunting of El Stormo Guapa.