Two days of public holiday plus the weekends mean that the cities are somewhat empty. And my parents have plenty of time to indulge their three children's whims. My brother has been pestering us about going out to the park for a game of badminton or football (Darn the energy of 10-year-old boys), and my aunt has been going after my mum for some exercise. As for me, I have been thinking a lot about cycling- something I love but rarely get to do since leaving matriculation. So yesterday, while in the car listening to my brother whining and mum & aunt arguing, I blurted out an idea to visit the recreational park, Bukit Cahaya Seri Alam, which is at the back of Section 8.
Bukit Cahaya Seri Alam has many names, including Taman Pertanian Malaysia and Bukit Cerakah. Either way, I haven't visited this park for ages. The last time I was here was when I was 12, for a school trip (we nearly got lost in there too). But I do recall an even earlier time when Dad taught me how to bike-ride here. Now that was fun. I remember getting bruised all over while learning how to brake and stop my bicycle- and jumping into a bush in the process.
The fondness of those memories sought me to rent bikes with Dad and my two siblings, while Mum and Aunt walked. It was a pleasant morning too, as the rain has barely ended. The track is only moderately challenging, with the hills going up and down on an alternate basis. This means for us who are biking, there isn't too much uphill cycling while the ones who walked aren't left too far behind. So it wasn't too tiring as well.
In between, we even managed to say hello to two little ponies grazing near their mother's stable, and visit the famous four-season house. They are currently hosting the winter season (which isn't much for me really, having experienced the real thing in Beijing *coughsnobcough*). Plans to follow the track further was marred when Brother's bike had a faulty chain. By the time we fixed it, it was already noon, so we turned back from the Mushroom Park and down to the front entrance.
What I remember most about the trip? The feel of the breezy wind against my face whenever the track took a downhill turn. I really felt as if I ruled the world then.
I so need to go back there again :D
