Thousand islands. thousand sunshines..

Pictures explain thousands words. True -- so I'm not going to say more than 1000 words here to explain how cozy my recent 'geological field trip' was in Pulau Seribu, Indonesia, especially when ONE WHOLE ISLAND is only 15 of us -- just imagine, or if you can't, click here to visit Fatma's blog, or just click down there to look at my Tabblo.

The day I was snorkeling among the thousands islands, a blue star fish greeted me, and he said, "hey biggie.. swim away, I'm enjoying the sun shine.. and why are u floating? Star fishes are not supposed to float like u.. " ... Here to see my tabblo.

Cape of hope..

"Hmmm...you guys must have a lot of accidents like land-sliding or loose rocks falling off onto the road, right?" I asked, never turned away my sight from the spectacular mountain range.

"What?" Ismail was concentrating on his driving.

"Look at the boulders," I pointed to the large stones spread over the flank of the mountain range along the sea side winding road.

"Those rocks? Owh.. no, they are not loose rocks. We don't have those kind of accidents here." Ismail was still concentrating on his driving, while trying his very best to entertain all my weird questions about his country, South Africa, and his home town, Cape Town.

"I think they are loose rocks, that fell from the mountain -- the only way they are there" I tried to explain some geology to him, having a boost of self arrogance of being a geologist that knows better about rocks than Ismail.

Ismail responded to my explanations with a smile. The 4pm sunshine shone on his face. Typical South African figure who went through some harsh experiences in his past. You can see that aura in most of the 40s - 50s South African here.


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June 1976, the world witnessed the Soweto Uprising in South Africa. The black youths of the country triggered an uprising to go against South African authorities.

The riots grew out of protests against the policies of apartheid. Ismail was involved in the uprising.

"It's always right to go out and fight for what you wish to have, rather than just sit there and blame what you don't have."

-- Until today, I still can vividly remember Ismail's calmness when putting all his messy and emotional past of involving in Soweto Uprising, into this one 'simple' phrase.

His words seemed simple and light, but I could feel the intensity of it.

The time must be a chaos. I looked at him. Trying to squeeze some words out of my mouth.

"...so.. are things become better after the uprising?" I asked, realizing that was another stupid question that might make Ismail recalled his tough time.

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A visit to Table Mountain is a must when you are in Cape Town. That's what they said.

Hence I escaped half-day from the geological conference that I was sent to attend here, rode on the cable car that brought the tourist to the top of the iconic Table Mountain.

No doubt. What they said was right. Period.

Table Mountain features a flat top that geologically speaking, it is what remained after a tectonic uplift and millions years of period of severe erosion.

Literately speaking, Table Mountain is a survival of the million-year touch erosion. And that makes her gorgeous.

"Look at the sandstones here.. it's so coarse and so hard.." Mr V approached me when I was touching the surface of the 'table' top. Mr V is a geologist from Budapest, Hungary. He was supposed to be in the geological conference too.

We both stood up, and looked down. The 'Lion's Head' is another peak of the same mountain range that seen at the left of Table Mountain. "That is another survival." Mr V continued his lecture. I nodded, thinking to myself that I need to get out from this conversation -- I'm not here for a geological field trip..

"Right from the top here you can clearly see those rocks that was left behind after erosion. See those boulders? They are not loose rocks.."

Something hit me. I heard the same thing before.

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"While we will not forget the brutality of apartheid, we will not want Robben Island to be a monument of our hardship and suffering.
We would want it to be a triumph of the human spirit against the forces of evil;
A triumph of wisdom and largeness of spirit against small minds and pettiness;
A triumph of courage and determination over human frailty and weakness."

-- Ahmed Kathrada, anti-apartheid activist, long-serving political prisoner on Robben Island.

A visit to Robben Island was emotional. In 1962 Mr Nelson Mandela and his comrades of anti-apartheid including Mr Ahmed Kathrada were banished to Robben Island for almost 20 years.

Robben Island at the time was served as a prison during that time for its tough living condition and far abandonment from mainland of South Africa.

During their prison on Robben Island, the world outside was rioting and having "Free Mandela"campaign; inside, on the island, Mr Nelson Mandela and his comrade, despite of the hardship and suffering, insisted on their own education, and they used every means to reach the information from outside.

Everybody was keeping their faith during that time. A faith that brings South Africa to what she is today.

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The place is called Boo-ka. Cape Town's one of the Muslim's community housing areas.

It was Ismail who brought me there for the first time; then I jogged from my hotel to there again after the conference; the third time, I brought along my Nick'a.

Because Boo-ka is simply lovely. "Boo-ka means Upper Cape." The driver who drove me to the conference centre every morning explained to me, "and many film-makers go there and do film shooting."

No surprise. I would love to have my scenes shot in Booka if I'm a film director, but I only have my Nick'a, an amateur SLR.

"So how do you know Boo-ka, sir? It's quite hidden. "
"My friend's mum stays there." I was talkng about Ismail's mum. She lives in the green color house in Boo-ka.

When Ismail first brought me here, I used to ask him this question:

"Who put the colors on?"

"The local people, because they feel that they can do something to actualy attract tourist to come and visit their place."

The third time I visited Boo-ka, it was another colors that grabbed my heart.

The kids in Boo-ka.

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"Here, sir, your Rooibos tea."

"Rooibos?" I turned to him. It was Kyle, the hotel staff who took care of me since I checked in.

"I din order it, Kyle."

"No sir. This is for you. Remember you mentioned about Fynbos last night? Rooibos tea a prodcut of Fynbos plants." I could feel some sort of pride when he talked about Fynbos, like Malvin I met yesterday, who showed me what a Fynbos is in Halord Porter Botanical Garden.

Fynbos is a type of vegetation that only found in South Africa. It's the type of vegetation that have attitude. Fynbos grow strong under the dramatic living condition of medirterannean climate, and what made me really impressed about Fynbos is, the seeds of fynbos will only germinate after the intense heat of a fire.

Fire. I repeat.

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"Things are getting better now. The condition did not change right after the uprising, but things are getting better slowly in this country."

Sitting in the couch traveling from Hermanus back to Cape Town, I recalled the answer from Ismail when I asked him the question about Soweto Uprising. The couch passed by the samesea-side winding route that Ismail used to drive me on. I saw the boulders again.

Everything about Cape Town flahsed back in my mind. There's something about Cape Town that touched my heart, but I'd yet to realize.

Outside of the couch, there's a spectacular view of Atlantic Ocean, sparkling under the sun, marginized by the mountain range that Table Mountain belongs to. From times to times, I could even see whales breaching out of the sea surface -- Hermanus is claimed to be the best land-based whale watching spot in the world.

What made the whales to come to Cape Town? I started to ponder. I also saw penguins in Cape Town, and also sea-seals. Yes, we all know it's due to the weather or what not, but my thinking was something further:

Why Cape Town?

Outside of the couch, there's a spectacular view of Atlantic Ocean, sparkling under the sun, marginized by the mountain range that Table Mountain belongs to. I saw whales breaching out, from time to time; Robben Island lies somewhere far away from the coastline, in the middle of Atlantic Ocean; I saw boulders on the flank of the mountain range which are the survivals of a series of severe erosion, like Table Mountain; maybe there's fynbos scattering on the flank too; I saw people in Cape Town living happily in the life they'd fought for; I imagined Ismail's mum and her neighbors painted their houses in such a vibrant color in Boo-Ka, adding cheer and happiness into their life; and the kids, they are laughing happily, I could hear them..

.. then I know why cape Town. I smiled, but it was heart-breakingly sad to realize this.

Cape Town's beauty is truly derived from her strength going through all the tough times she had. The people in Cape Town, the rocks, the Fynbos -- everything in Cape Town fought through their way to get the charm that they get today..

That's why Cape Town is so heartbreakingly beatiful -- because God gives all the best to Cape Town, not to only compensate the scars and tears of her survival, but also to the hope and faith that hold firmly on this land.

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ps.. No, my Cape Town trip was not another holiday after the 4 countries in Europe (How much I wish it was!!).
There was an international geological conference over there where I had to present my MSc. thesis, showcasing it to the experts from all around the world and got questioned by them. It was tough to be challenged techinically but I think my Cape Town trip taught me something about stay strong with faith, and never give in to harshness..

What's your favorite?

He came to me and hold my hand, another small hand of his touched my camera. He looked at me and asked:

"Can you take a picture of me?"

I did not expect the kids in Boo-Ka (Upper Cape) are so friendly. They do not seem at all to be afraid of a stranger like me who looks different with them. Or maybe it was just me who sees the differences that I just shouldn't be seeing.

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Of last 7 days, I was in a land that would probably be my top-ranked favorite destination so far. A land that opened my eye, a land that hold mt breath, a land that moved my sense, a land that touched my heart.

Look at my DestinationsMap below.. it's a land that in red circle.

A land that called Cape Town, South Africa.

(of course, more pictures and stories to come..)

When Moon River meets Li-Bai...

Li-Bai was a famous Chinese poet of Tang Dynasty who was known as Poet Immortal in China's literary history. Ask any Chinese-educated school kid to recite one of the poem from 'The Collection of 300 Poems of Tang Dynasty', they'll probably give you the ever famous 'Jing Ye Si', or 'The Thought of Silent Night', or 'Thinking in Silent Night' which was written by Li-Bai.

The meaning behind and the tranquility of the poem made it one of the favourite poem to be recited or sung during Mid-Autumn Festival, or better known as Mooncake festival or Lantern Festival, on 15th of August of Chinese calendar.

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I was editing the pictures of the moonlit-last night while listening to a collection of movies original soundtracks.The moon was so bright last night, and it created a strong backlight for all the objects on helideck and made their silhouette stood out strongly.

There's a photo of Affendi looking up to the moon and I finely captured his silhouette against the bright monlight. Some familiar phrases swiftly flashed in my mind sudenly but I couldn't catch them, and almost at the same time, my iTune finished up the soundtrack of A.I. 'Where Dreams Are Born', and continuing the feel of serenity, slowly, seapingly, Breakfast At Tiffany's instrumental 'Moon River' started to play through my earphone.

Moon River is always my favourite track, but I've never heard of a instrumental version of it, and I've never knew that the feeling of the song can turn into such an enhancement when the orchestra created the different layers of depth while the guitar and the flute smoothen the flow just like silk.

I switched to the next photo to edit while sinking deeper and deeper into the Moon River. It was another silhouetter of Affendi. I captured the moment he looked down and sunk in deep thought. All of the sudden, I got the phrase that was flashing in my head just now...

It was a poem. I used to sing it in differet modified versions when I was 7, just because I was so familiar with it..

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Affendi and I were having a relaxing chit-chat under the big bright moon and at the same time taking pictures of the moment. It kind of reminded me a tradition of Chinese community which called 'Shang-yue' (Appreciating the moon), which Chinese would do on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's actually not any special ceremony but 'Shang-yue' is a session where everybody of a family or friends gathers under the big bright moon, sipping Chinese tea, having some light snacks and moncake, and sharing the moment of being together. And..erm, yerp, that was exactly what both of us were doing, except the mooncake and Chinese tea, Affendi and I were 'Shang-ing Yue', appreciating the moon, which I never realized by that time.

I did not realize as well, for real, that that night was actualy the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

It was like, I just knew what should I do and ask Affendi out when I saw the beautiful moonlit night upon helideck.

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Li-Bai's 'Jing Ye Si':

Chuang qian mingyue guang, (Before my bed, there's bright-lit moonlight,)

Yi shi di shang shuang; (So that it seems, like frost on the ground.)

Jv tou wang mingyue, (Looking up, I see the bright moon;)

Di tou si guxiang. (Looking down, I dream that I'm home.)

(I can't type Chinese characters using my Fujitsu, which is still an ironic fact for me.. Whatever it is, there's a translation I found it from http://www.sacu.org/poetry.html, and I did some alteration.)

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I decided to not edit the pictures anymore due to the fact that it was the feeling I wanted to capture, not a technically well-composed pictures which have perfect aperture, ISO value, shutter speed, sharpness and so on and so on.

I replayed Breakfast At Tiffany's 'Moon River' and looking at one of the picture, and in my heart, I recited Li-Bai's 'Jing Ye Si', a poem that flashing in my head with all the childhood memory associated.

All of these, the moonlight, the moonlit helideck, the 'Shang-yue' session with a friend, Li-Bai's poem, Moon River, and the Mid-Autumn Festival, all of these, they came together to me in such an instinctive way.

What if Li-Bai was standing at the bank of the Moon River when he composed 'Jing Ye Si', how would the poem turn into? Something else?

I don't think so.

Because the moon is always the same, from Tang Dynasty, to the era of Andy Williams (singer of Moon River) and the movie Breakfast At Tiffany, and to last night when I took all the pictures from a vessel in the middle of South China Sea -- the beauty of the moon never changes.

It's one thing that remain pure and commonly-shared in nowadays life. No any attempts of diffrentiation can ruin it.

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"Is mooncake halal?" Affendi asked, "is it gummy like dol-dol?"

I sighed, and told Affnedi, "there are halal mooncake in the market, don't worry about that, and it doesn't at all taste like dol-dol, you should try one."

See why did I sigh? Talking about attempts of differentiation. I hate when my friends are forced to be insecure about the outcome of these attempts, I hate when I sometimes unconciously fall into the trap of these attempts. I hate when someone tell me "only Muslims fast".

This world, is getting more and more opened, but it's also getting more and more compartmentalized.

Moon River meets Li-Bai? If you feel something wrong about it, please leave.

"Ikke noe problem!!"

It's always good to have hobby, I mean, hobbies.

This time on board, I basically have all my hobbies along: Book, I brought Keith Donohue's "The Stolen Child" and a clip-on-the-page reading light; music, I have the original soundtrack of "Ratatouille" plus a few rock numbers; writing, I brought my diary and a quick note handbook and of course my Fujitsu for blogging; movie, we got a very advanced DVD library on board, plus a 42 inches Plasma in front of an Ogawa massage chair in recreational room, or I just can choose to sit on the couch in my own office to enjoy some privacy while watching "Babel"; working out, we have a fairly equipped gym at deck 3, or we can choose some outdoor activities like deck-soccer or a 21m diameter helideck to stroll on;

... and taking pictures -- owh what else can I say? -- Nick'a Devil is always by my side, and I have the whole vessel as my subject and the crew of the vessel, would be my model.

Yup you bet, I snapped like I've never snapped pictures before on Atlantic Guardian, and the more I click my shutter, the more I feel that I'm going through a reflection process. I started to appreciate spontaneity, disregard all the technical issue behind my lens.

This post is to reintroduce you my Tabblo and my started-to-be-picking up Flickr. And yes, click the Tabblo below to see some pictures of mine on board. Obviously, Tabblo and Flickr, have become my new hobbies now.

Well, it's good to have hobby, I mean hobbies, lots of it. They are just like friends who enlighten up your day. And this time round, me on Atlantic Guardian, I have bunch of new Norwegian , Britain and Scottish friends to hang out with, AND I have my old familiar 'friends' to stay accompanied -- SO, did somebody mention about the fact that being 'ON BOARD' is actually 'ON BORED'? Let me answer it in this way:

"Hei, ikke noe problem!"

See the full Tabblo

As if no options.

Affendi and I missed sahur today.

The Imsak for our time zone here is around 4:51am and It was 5:06am when I jumped out of my warm blanket. A wake-up call to Affendi's cabin did not mean anything but to wake him up for his prayer at dawn.

Blearily sitting at the edge of my bed, I was struggling amongst some options: to sleep on or to wake up, and also, to eat or not to eat.

YES, I knew I've just missed the valid time for sahur, but not the breakfast time on vessel.

The breakfast is served at 5:30am to 6:30am daily, and it's a typical western breakfast, with crispy hash browns and sunny-side-up, my favourite.

All of a sudden I had another options: To fast, or not to fast. I mean I was worrying about my day on board without any meal to kick start with, so I could choose not to fast *JUST* on this particular day ----

---- I guess I was bleary and dopey and sleepy back then, because I almost made a decision that could ruin all my effort.

YES, maybe you're right. Being a non-Muslim, fasting in Ramadhan is always optional for me. BUT what's the point if you've decided putting a 100% effort to something you believe but you still have this reservation that saying "you maybe don't have to insist too much" on the so called belief?

It's just like we've embarked on a journey, and it's definitely not my way to turn back before the journey ends. Definitely not, not even a thought.

I felt painful somewhere in my head when I suddenly realized I was so close to fall into the muddy trap of my cupidity, my senseless desire. I left my bed and took a shower. I was hungry -- my last 'meal' was peach yogurt after gym last night; the fast-breaking meal before gym was probably burned out during work-out -- but I still had an operation to monitor, I needed to see my surveyor and geophysicist to discuss about the winch failure happened last night.

I still needed to work, and THAT was not optional for me, even though with an empty stomach. Life, as well, does not possess too much options most of the time. Sometime we just need to bear with the situation that we're in, even though the situation is harsh and cruel.

I'm grateful enough to be in a situation where I have LOTS of options, but the option I eventually chose, despite the flexibility that we should have all the times, would be 'as if no option'. What would you do if there's no any other options for you? Yes, we just face it with big heart and great determination, and full patience.

To all my friends who fast during Ramadhan, happy embracing the spirit of being patience and staying focus.

Ps.. Yet, there's a little option I got to choose: I swore to put my handset few steps away from my bed next time -- because it proved, again and again, that most of the time the alarm only woke my fingers up, not myself.

I am the captain of my dream.

"CPA stands for 'Closest Point of Approaching'," explained Captain Nils, "and this tugboat's CPA is only 0.7 nautical miles away from us. Starboard side, see that?"

My eye sight followed the direction where Capt. Nils pointed to. I saw a tiny point rocking in the rough sea, behind the tiny point was a bigger object. I could only saw them as a tugboat and a barge towed behind only by using a high power binocular. "Velvet II, I saw her name." I put down the binocular and responded to Capt. Nils.

My little assignment from Capt. Nils was to warn the tugboat to stay away from Atlantic Guardian, the vessel we're on, as he believed that the tugboat crew might not understand his warning in English after a few attempts.

"Tell them, In Malay, to stay away at least 1.0 nautical miles of CPA away from us, and let them know we're now having an operation and will sail toward their position soon... Do you know how to use a radio?" Capt. Nils handed me a phone -like radio, "press this one to talk and release it for the other side to respond." He instructed in his strong Norwegian accent.

I took the phone from him, nodded, looked at the monitor in front of me -- it showed that the 'identified target' was 0.6 nautical miles of CPA from us, and the time to closest point of approaching (TCPA) was 10.5 min. I composed my sentence in my mind, looking far to the rocking tiny point on the horizon, and pressed the release on the phone, "Velvet dua, Velvet dua, sini dari Atlantic Guardian......"

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No, I do NOT make this up. It really happened TODAY, my 5th day on board of Atlantic Guardian. Even though we ended up got no response from Velvet II and we chose to avoid her eventually, but I could tell you that was one of the COOOLEST experience I had on board!!

Well I don't expect myself to repeat again what is 'my little sailing dream' about, I think I've put it in one of my post in this blog. This time round, the ship is certainly larger and also my vision to the other dream of myself. I mean, HOW ON EARTH I COULD IMAGINE MYSELF DOING WHAT A CAPTAIN DOES? Another thing is, this vessel is waaaaay too sophisticated compared to the dive boat I was on. Note the terminologies that I use here: I compare a VESSEL to a BOAT, period.

So, anything clinking your mind? There's a saying that I heard once upon a time from someone and I remember it well until today:

"Don't look for shortcuts to get what you dream for. Work your way step by step, live your life the fullest, and you'd never realize that your dreams is already on their way to look for you."

OK, I made the quote up.

Something left behind

End of my holiday.

Yeah I had a great holiday and of course it's gonna be a must for me to share it on this space. However, there are still something that left behind, that pull me back to proceed blogging and updating.

What I mean here, is some great pictures taken in Mulu Cave.

I just couldn't ignore all these shots taken in Mulu Cave. Perhaps I should say that, it was the spectacular scenery that evoked my determination to give them my best shot, all out.

Taking pictures in such a magnificient environment was truly a thrill for me. You wanna capture the best view in the cave with your very limited capability, the challenges are not merely technically but also mentally.

I was thankful to have Olympus C-760 to be my snapping (or tembak "Shooting", according to Deck) companion. I even felt so much proud of my compact camera which was able to shoot better -- a lot better -- pictures of the caves compared to a Sony-Alpha DSRL of Mr MatSalleh from U.K.

I'm not showing-off my photography skill here. No, definitely not at all. In fact, the more I immersed into the world of photography, the more I felt I am so much handicapped in terms of photographing. Anyway, if this post sounds a lil bit of showing-off or berlagak to you, I apologize and I believe I'm unintentionally showing off my excitement -- I was so hyped-up by the photos, the visit, the caves, and also the appreciation that I realized towards the wonder of nature, the beauty of Malaysia, and my Olympus C-760.

Ps.. for more stories about our journey to Mulu Cave, more nice pictures in Mulu, more info about touring and holidaying in Mulu -- feel free to drop by Fotopage of Deck, a humble but skillful shutterbug of our trip who took creative and story-telling pictures.

Drop by like a stranger

Kampung Penan is certainly not ready for visitors or so-called tourists. This is my first thought when a row of us drop by the little village for a quick visit before entering those magnificent caves of Mulu. Yes they do have those stalls selling handcrafts and also groceries house-shops that intended to serve tourists, but still, the village is too pure and innocent to receive any visit by people from outer world.

I was baffled to see the face of three Penan kids while looking at us. Their faces were full of confusion, as if we were just a gang of Alien that flew by and parked our spaceship somewhere in their village, then came down from the spaceship to take some fresh air.

I believe we were not the first group of visitors they met, but the way they look at us really made me felt guilty -- we're just a bunch of strangers that interfered their peaceful and quiet life.

See the stupid fact here? We dropped by to have a tour in their life. Things that we felt amazed and curious about, were just their daily life, more ordinary than of ordinary for them. Huh, how pathetic we are, monkeys from the city.

A quick visit to Kg. Penan might not bear any significances for each of us, I believe. We dropped by as visitors, to buy Penan's handcrafts, to capture the beautiful scenery of the village; we dropped by as strangers, to witness strange things like playing flute with nose and big hole on earlobes; .. and for some, dropping-by is just to look for toilets...

Nobody sighed or trying to be a poet when we left. For a visit not more than 30minutes, only the calm and the quiet of the village reminded us what a nature life means..

Anyone didn't fall? -- my 3rd visit to Niah

My 3rd visit. You'd never get bored with repeat-visit to a wonderful place cuz everytime you drop-by, you see new things, you perceive new clinks. Besides, come in with different bunch of friends always make a revisit feel differently.

... and sometimes, you'd never know what kind of surprises you might get during a revisit....

I should put my 3rd visit to Niah Cave as the most unforgettable one, because of the surprise I got. After trailing for about 2km, we were welcome by an under-construction 'walk-way' which was not less than 1.5km long.

Alright maybe I should put a paragraph describing the so-called 'walk-way'. It consisted of three beams, with 6 inches width each. These beams aligned parallel to each other with the separation of about 0.5m, so basically most of us chose to cat-walking on one beam, and trying to keep ourselves balanced before falling into the swamp underneath -- and that is the most proper part of it. The rest of the time, we were struggling, mentally and physically, walking on a bouncing wooden beam, 6 inch width as well, with the surface full of algae, and sometimes we were forced to over cross a fence that supposed to prohibit people to over-crossing it. Well, remember those 'crossing-obstacle-race' in secondary school? It was kinda it.

Well the journey walking on those skinny beams, helping each other up, admiring the freshness and the wonderful of nature, taking pictures of those candid moments yada yada yada.. was pleasant while the row of us setting our pace getting deeper and deeper into the Niah cave... but it was no longer a 'pleasant summer outing' when came to the time to get out from the deepest part of the caves area.

Ironic enough to think that walking on the same path way but with two totally different moods. When most of us were getting dehydrated, exhausted and demotivated, the sky started to turn dark. It was really a mental and physical challenge for some of us -- 9km of walking INTO the forest and into the caves, then another 9km of walking ahead to GET OUT OF the darkening jungle -- some might think that we were just a bunch of nuts. :>

Anyway, we all survived. Just like I said to Dani and Juanne,

"Regard of the huffing and puffing during the 18km journey, yg penting, you've gone through the test, so be proud of yourselves."

... and, regardless of how tough and how hard of the 18km, as I always believe, those tough and hard time happened during a journey will eventually become something sweet and fun to talk about after the journey.

Likewise, right after the journey, we laughed at the scene where three adult men holding hand together, walking on three beams sided by side, like 'orang bercinta (quoted)'; we talked about there's somebody touched an ulat bulu and somebody else actually grabbed an ulat bulu; we agreed that Pn Asiah is the steadiest and toughest lady in our group; we couldn't forget the lad who insisted on wearing safety helmet while jungle trekking; we couldn't forget the time we fell and straight away we laughed; and we started to love Tiger biscuits.

I thought my 3rd visit to Niah cave will be another chance for me to capture more nice pictures, getting close again to the nature and having fun with this new gang of visitors. But there was actually more I got. You'd never get bored with a repeat-visit to a wonderful place, cuz you'd never know what kind of surprises you'd get.

ps.. I know this is long. I need space to put all the pictures into this post, and I need something besides studying, to help me get sleepy.