Found in beans and red meat, iron is a crucial for cell growth and differentiation. Coincidentally, irony is good for that too. While Alanis Morissette may have written a catchier ballad of irony then the dose that follows; mine is at least actually ironic.
Cross roads. I hate when a path diverges into multiple paths. I want to see what’s on all of them!
The originally intended destination was “Monkey Beach,” but Javier and I figure we can go to the beach on the other side of the Park first and forge a path connecting the two after. So off we trek. At one point we passed a sign that said visitors to this area needed permission, so we knew we were on the right track. After hiking for about an hour and a half in the jungle heat we finally reached our destination.
The water looked good enough to drink, but something seemed off. While it was a pretty quite beach, nobody was in the water. Puzzled, we watched a man stand up further down the beach and walk to the water’s edge. Like a cautious water buffalo, he came low to the ocean’s surface, dipped his hands in as the waves slowly rose on to the shore and rinsed his face. After which, he quietly escaped to his shady resting ground. Then I spotted it – jellyfish. Finding jelly fish in the ocean is like trying to the picture in one of those impossible 3D puzzles. But once you see it, the game is over. We noticed more washing up on shore like a jellyfish apocalypse. While incredibly awesome, they really do know how to ruin a perfectly swimmable stretch of beach. So, with no reason to stay, we figured it was time to find a beach we could cool off in.
Of course there was no short-cut to Monkey Beach – we needed to go all the way back to the start of the trails. This time however, there was no lolly-gagging; we bounded through the trails like Mowgli and Bagheera. Upon reaching the Park entrance, hot and tired were not our only our only adjectives; add to the list damn thirsty. Monkey Beach transformed into more than a holy grail, it was a holy grail that we hoped would be full of rejuvenating dihydrogen monoxide.
After multiple “this was a bad idea” comments and about an hour, Monkey Beach regretfully came into view. Imagine a perfect beach, and then make it ugly, touristy, dirty and loud – then call it Monkey Beach, except don’t imagine any monkeys… there, now you have it. Regardless, people were splashing in the water having a great time and I wanted to join them; so I did. But Javier was still a little wary of Jelly fish. So he asked:
“What does a jelly fish sting feel like?”
“It’s not that bad. The sting feels like a light burn that is more annoying than painful. It’s kind of like… awww shit!”
“It feels like this!”
As I barreled out of the water, Javier close behind, we saw the culprit. The water here was so murky that you can’t really see them coming until it’s too late. It washed right up onto my neck, and I had no idea until it was too late. It’s the closest thing to a pearl necklace that I’ll ever get.
“Isn’t is ironic, don’t cha think?…”
I should also add that there was no drinkable water on the beach either. However, the Malaysian Citizen of the Week Award goes out to the guy who gave me a lime to quell the sting and donated a bottle of water to my dehydrated and shrivelled up stomach.
Taking Off will not always follow the intended design. In fact if it does, you probably did it wrong. But with a little bit of vitamin irony and a good sense of humour – it will always be a memorable experience.
So, Take Off to your local fun pharmacy and pick some up.