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Some of the best rides happen with very little planning. A chat on the 5th led quickly to an agreement to ride from Kuala Lumpur to Port Dickson on the 11th. And back again the next day. We had four others opt-in within a few days. There was time for coffee, Milo and roti canai before we pointed our bikes towards Port Dickson. It took us about two and a half hours to get from Rimbayu to Tanjung Sepat. Which meant it was time for food and drink. We went to Hai Yew Hin. Home of excellent rice porridge. Kenneth asked where the river originates. Thanks to Google Maps I know know its name, that it originates in Sepang, and forms the border between the states of Selangor and Negri Sembilan. After a shower, it was time for a late lunch. We got into the Double Queue Thai Cuisine restaurant just in time. The kitchen closes for a two-hour break at pm. After a post-lunch nap it was dessert time. As luck would have it, there was an ice cream promotion that he could redeem. A soft-serve cone, an Oreo McFlurry and the choice of a strawberry or a chocolate sundae for something like RM8. The others joined us there, and Jake researched dinner options. The restaurant is small and unpretentious. No flashing neon sign here. The food — thick noodles in dark soya sauce, fried mantis prawns, fried shark, oyster omelet, and green leafy veg — hit the spot. There was beer at dinner. Which was enough for most of us. There used to be a bhangra pub beside the Waterfront Boutique Hotel. The loud music kept us awake for most of the night on a previous visit. We were on the road at am, with a breakfast stop 10km away in Lukut. Dawn broke through cloudy skies as we headed to the ferry at Sungai Pelek. Restoran Al-Arefin Bistro is our regular hangout in Rimbayu. And for many other cyclists. So much so that the restaurant recently installed a sturdy bike rack out front. Jake and Mark ended their ride in Rimbayu. Once again, lots of kilometres ridden without any punctures. When the four of us were planning this trip we referred to it as road bikepacking. I have since discovered that is is not the correct term for what we did. Bikepacking involves at least one or more nights of camping. What we did was credit card cycle touring. Which is essentially like bikepacking but without the camping gear. Accommodation was procured with our credit cards. We got onto the Maju Expressway and rode south through Cyberjaya to Dengkil where we stopped for breakfast. From Dengkil we rode to Sepang. This is a section of Federal Route 29 somewhere around Kota Warisan. The ferry carries pedestrians, motorbikes and bicycles. We got there at The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent washing cycling kit Choo Chian and I hung our kit to dry on a lamp post outside the hotel , napping and eating and drinking at PappaRich , Double Queue Thai Cuisine the pad thai was pretty good and Starbucks. All within walking distance of the Waterfront Boutique Hotel. The Waterfront Boutique Hotel is in a commercial development that houses a bank, a 7-Eleven and a number of other restaurants. So the location is excellent. Another plus point is that bicycles are allowed in guest rooms. The only downside is that you have to carry your bike up and down stairs. No lifts. We were up early for the ride to Melaka. While Danial and Halim were getting ready, Choo Chian and I perused the bun shelves at the 7-Eleven looking for something for Halim to nibble before we started riding. We were spoiled for choice. Halim and Danial were happy at the prospect of food. The N continues along the coast. It becomes Federal Route as it crosses the Linggi River, which at that point forms the border between the states of Negeri Sembilan and Melaka. At Not that we needed an excuse to stop at Klebang Original Coconut Shake. The Baba Nyonyas, also known as the Straits-born Chinese, are the descendants of Chinese immigrants who came to the Malay archipelago between the 15 th and 17 th centuries. When we got there we found that it is a take away kuih shop. No tables and chairs there. But we also found out that there is a Baba Charlie Cafe less than metres from the kuih shop. With AC and a lunch menu. So we had a Nyonya meal. Lemak nenas prawns, Cincalok fried omelette, brinjal udang kering and chicken curry. And kuih and cendol for dessert. It ws 1. I was stuffed. Our hotel for the night. Another bicycle-friendly hotel that allows bikes in guest rooms. Once again we asked for rooms on the first floor so we only had one flight of stairs to negotiate. And once again the afternoon itinerary included laundry, a nap and a visit to the corner Starbucks. Once the day had cooled down we walked to dinner at Pak Putera Restaurant, which has a reputation as one of the better tandoori and naan restaurants in Melaka. We sat outside in the open air, which was pleasant. The food was merely okay, though I must admit that the tandoori chicken was good. We had another early start. We wanted to catch the 9. That meant leaving the Fenix Inn at about 6. Not that we got very far before stopping for breakfast. The ride was unremarkable apart from the strong wind, which seemed to be against us for the entire ride. When we got to the station the train was already at the platform. We scanned out Komuter Link cards at the turnstile KTM has introduced stored value cards as the payment mechanism for Komuter journeys and took our customary places in car 6. As is often the case, we were the only occupants. Other passengers did join us in that car as the train made its way to KL Sentral station. The Komuter trains on the southern route seem to have more passengers than the Komuter service to the north of Kuala Lumpur. It is a two-hour ride with sixteen stops from Tampin station to KL Sentral station. It is a short walk through the KL Sentral station concourse to the street outside. Danial had the shortest ride home. We all enjoyed our latest credit card tour. Lots of fun and laughter. We are ready to do another one. The only question is. Photograph courtesy of Arthur Ang. As is usually the case, there were only one or two other people with us and our Apidura saddle pack -equipped bicycles in the carriage at the back of the train. Tampin is the last stop on the Komuter line that starts from Batu Caves, to the north of Kuala Lumpur. Photograph courtesy of Leslie Tong. It took about two hours to get there. Long enough for an appetite for lunch to develop. So we did what most people do when in Melaka. We went cendol hunting. We found a shop selling cendol on Lorong Hang Jebat. Cendol lost out to cold beers and lime juice. Photograph courtesy of Simon Soo Hu. While we were on our second round of drinks, the sky darkened and thunder rumbled. We had had enough of riding in the rain in Southern Thailand, so emptied our glasses and rode back to the hotel. After a shower and a nap, we gathered for what Arthur described to me as a Melaka tradition. Satay at 5pm. So he drove to Melaka to act as our guide while we were there. Arthur knows which tourist traps to avoid, and where the hidden gems are. The satay at the restaurant he took us to was excellent. Arthur took us towards Umbai, in search of grilled fish. The Medan Selera food court houses a number of restaurants, all selling fresh seafood, cooked to order. The prawns and fish were grilled, and the squid was batter-fried. We slept in after all that food the evening before. Unfortunately the stall owner was on holiday, so we settled for soft-boiled eggs, and toast with kaya. And some roti canai. We shared two rotis between us. It was, after all, only 75 minutes since we ate breakfast! Worth a few photographs as the Sungai Linggi at that point forms the border between the states of Melaka and Negeri Sembilan. There was a buffet with grilled cencaru and curried ikan parang wolf herring. It was as good a time as any for lunch. At Pasir Panjang I led the guys on a detour from our planned route. It made a nice change to be on a road with no vehicles. As the tepees indicate, the theme of this resort is the American West of cowboys and log cabins. We had time to burn before check in time at the Waterfront Boutique Hotel. I saw a sign for Pantai Purnama. That seemed a better bet than the beach further along at Teluk Kemang, which was likely to be crowded with weekend holiday makers. This photograph of Purnama beach is misleading. There was a reunion event going on at the beach. Just out of shot, there were lots of people on the beach and in the water. Leslie bought eight packets of drinks. We could only finish one packet each, so we gave the other four packets to the family having a picnic behind us. Day 1 distance x 2. Arthur had headed back to KL after guiding us to the Melaka breakfast spot. Which made the Waterfront Boutique Hotel, located on the boulevard walk, an excellent choice. Within walking distance of the hotel entrance are a variety of food outlets, bars, a bank, a 7-Eleven, etc. As per Day 1, a shower and nap were the immediate priority after getting our room keys. Also as per Day 1, we kept up the Melaka tradition of tea at 5pm. A selection of Thai appetizers, and plates of pad thai. Dinner followed at 8. We walked to the Arab place a bit further along the boulevard. That is when the pub near the hotel sprang to life. Pounding music and arguments in the car park kept us awake until 3am. Except for Leslie, who brought earplugs. Smart man! Port Dickson to Kuala Lumpur was the longest leg of our trip. An early start, despite our lack of sleep, was necessary. We checked out of the hotel at 6. The jazzy music which accompanied our McMuffins made a cool change from the Hindi-pop of the night before. We were on the road at 7. Our target was a 9. They were riding from Kota Kemuning to Morib. The idea was for us to take a break at Morib, and for them to ride with us from there back to Kota Kemuning. The highlight of this leg was the ferry ride across the Sungai Sepang. The river at that point is no more than meters wide. The ferry crossing costs RM0. The banks of the Sungai Pelek are lined with mangrove forest. Back on Route 5 in Pekan Sungai Pelek, we came upon the first road sign indicating the distance to Morib. We got to Tanjung Sepat at 9. We stopped at a roadside food stall for tea, coffee, and you char koay deep-fried strips of dough. The four we were going to meet at Morib beach had arrived there at 9. They were already tucking into their nasi lemak as we were ordering our coffee etc. Photograph courtesy of Luanne Sieh. I sent Mark our live location via WhatsApp. That is such a cool WhatsApp feature. Simon messaged Mark, suggesting that he and the others start riding and meet us on our way to Morib. Which is what they did. By then the Port Dickson crew were ready for another pit stop. The Morib four were done for the day. Simon and Leslie decided to call it a day as well. Wan and I had a relatively flat ride to get to Jalan Ampang, so we decided to ride on. The die had been cast though. Which is just down the road from where Wan lives. Mak Jah Corner is noted for its Malay kuih. These were delicious. I had two more iced teas in quick succession before saying goodbye to Wan and heading home. The four of us had an excellent weekend. We had dry and generally cool weather over the three days. And no punctures or other mechanical issues enroute. And lots of tasty food, good company, and laughter. Graphic courtesy of Avillion Coastal Ride I lived in Port Dickson PD for a couple of years. For many years after my family moved away, PD was a regular day trip destination. The Si Rusa Inn, with its restaurant and bar open on all sides to the sea breeze, outdoor jukebox, and kampung ladies sitting under the casuarina trees, weaving and selling mengkuang hats, bags, and mats, was a favourite place to spend a Sunday. That was forty years ago. The Si Rusa Inn is now derelict. PD has become crowded with resorts and hotels. The beaches are not what they used to be. I stopped going to PD for beach holidays. Photograph courtesy of pdwaterfront. In the last few years it has instead become a cycling destination for me. And a solo ride home on Monday. You can tell by the way the pre-ride formalities are managed that an event is run by a competent organiser. In this case Pedal Explorer and their technical director, Encik Zulkarnain Shah, seen here keeping an eye on the goody bag distribution. Information about the ride was clearly posted outside the room where participants were to collect their goody bags. I was out of the room, three goody bags in hand, in a matter of minutes. Those goody bags were heavier than I expected. That g pack of organic rice was an unusual goody bag item. Photograph courtesy of Mohd Farid Abu Bakar. Registration for the ACR entitled participants to a discounted rate at the host hotels. I had opted for the latter. With goody bags swinging from my handlebar. I had been in my cycling kit for more than eight hours. The first thing I needed after checking in to my water chalet was a shower. I stood fully-clothed under the high-volume shower head, rinsing salt and grime off body and out of kit. Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim. There were lots of cycling clubs and teams, resplendent in their matching kits. Including this group of former students from my secondary school. Photograph courtesy of Avillion Coastal Ride There were three distances to choose from. The Endurance Ride participants set off first. Photograph courtesy of Cycling Malaysia magazine. Including two riders on unusual machines. Within ten minutes the four of us had latched on to the rear of a fairly large group. Which included this gentleman on a fat bike. He, and the others ahead of us, provided a draft which we enjoyed all the way to the first water station at Linggi. Almost everyone in the group stopped there. We rode through that water station, so we became a peloton of four. Map courtesy of Avillion Coastal Ride We were enjoying the very pleasant roads between the small towns and villages. Not that traffic would have been a problem. We were accompanied by a capable set of marshalls on motorbikes, who shielded us from any vehicles. Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai. There were also mechanics on motorbikes and scooters. More than a few participants were very grateful for the roadside assistance they received. The mobile marshalls were complementd by marshalls positioned at intersections. They stopped traffic so that we could keep rolling. The ever-present marshalls are another hallmark of a well-organised event. It takes considerable resources to efficiently and effectively manage a cycling event. In the case of the ACR , this included support crew, officials and volunteers, 3 ambulances, 3 broom lorries, 7 support vehicles, 6 police patrol cars and 60 police motorbikes and pilots. Kudos to Pedal Explorer, Encik Zulkarnain Shah, the police personnel, and the support crew, officials and volunteers for making the ACR a safe and memorable event for all the participants. Martin did the Scenic Ride. We waved goodbye as Martin turned right. By then, Marco and Mark had been ready for breakfast for some time. I had had the benefit of a room service breakfast, albeit at the ungodly hour of 4. My breakfast was delivered twenty minutes early. My companions were on the road while I was eating my pancakes, so they were hungry. We missed out on the dabbing action there! Halfway through the ride we were on the AMJ Highway. The clouds had burned off, and the temperature was rising. Our thoughts turned to the ice cold coconut shakes at Klebang Original Coconut Shake. All the turns along the route were very clearly marked with red arrows. Even at junctions without a marshall, it was obvious which way to turn. We started looking for Klebang Original Coconut Shake. One look at our route on Strava revealed why. So close! Map courtesy of Strava and Google Maps. A couple of kilometers later we turned left onto Jalan Pekan Tanjung 2. And found a sundry shop with cold drinks and a tap where we could wash our faces. We spent fifteen minutes there, sitting inside the shop, under a fan, cold drinks in hand. We had met up with Johan S. He would pass us on the downhills, and we would pass him on the uphills and flats. We spotted him as he rode past the sundry shop. A quick yell, and he was soon resting in the shop with us. This is the restaurant which was closed, to our great disappointment, when we rode to Melaka about a month ago. Kuala Seafood was open! A waitress told us that the restaurant had closed for a month so that the staff could have a long holiday. It had been re-opened for two days. I told her that the next time they plan to close for a month, they need to put an announcement about it in the newspapers. It was We were shoes-off hot. The food looked delicious, as we expected. But we were too hot to eat any of it. All we wanted were ice-cold drinks. We were back on familiar roads between PD and Melaka. We had cycled before on these roads at about the same time of day, so we knew it was going to get hotter over the next hour or two. The number of people we saw taking a break in whatever shade they could find bore this out. That road is a dual carriageway that serves as an inland shortcut to the Seremban — Port Dickson Highway. It bypasses the narrow, winding two-way road which runs along the coast. There is no shade. It was too hot to linger. So we upped the pace, helped by a tailwind, to the finish at the Avillion Admiral Cove. Because we had lingered over food and drinks along the way, we were amongst the last finishers. Well behind all the Fun and Scenic Ride participants, and most of the Endurance riders. It had all been polished off by the cyclists ahead of us. There were plenty of packs of biryani rice, chicken, and cabbage left. It was pretty good too. There was lots of water, and chocolate muffins as well. After we ate and cooled down, we rode back to the Avillion Hotel PD for a shower and a change of clothes. We had one more place to visit. Graphic courtesy of Johan Sopiee. Mark and I decided that it was high time to break out the Apidura saddle bags and go on an overnight bicycle trip. We chose Melaka as our destination, because it is a reasonable distance from Kuala Lumpur, the roads are generally good, and the eating along the way and in Melaka is excellent. After some canvassing, we had a group of six. Johan S. We were all excited about the trip. Bikes and saddle bags were set up the day before, and some of us struggled to get to sleep the night before. We started from where I live. We were on the MEX Highway by about 6. The adrenaline levels are a bit high when riding on MEX. It is a highway after all. Photograph courtesy of Alan Tan. We did have wet roads until we reached Dengkil. A benefit of the Apidura saddle bag is that it extends back far enough to block the spray coming off the rear wheel. It is like riding with a rear mud guard. Dengkil was where our first planned food stop. We stop there for breakfast whenever our rides take us through Dengkil. Photograph courtesy of Johan Sopiee. Our next stop was at the Shell station in Sepang. It was supposed to be a short stop for drinks and the loo, but soon after this picture was taken. A very useful quality when you get a flat while speeding down a winding descent. Thank goodness for the air pump at the petrol station, which generated enough air pressure to quickly seat the tire. We rode out of the Shell station onto Federal Route 5, which runs along the west side of Peninsular Malaysia, from Skudai in the south to Ipoh in the north. Our intermediate destination was Cendol Azmi in Port Dickson. Which serves some of the best cendol I have ever had. Mark and I have been there a number of times. So imagine our collective disappointment when we go to Cendol Azmi and found it closed. What a letdown! Photograph courtesy of Lee Chee Seng. As was the three-layer air bandung. We debated having lunch in Port Dickson, but decided to hold out until we got to Kuala Sungai Baru, across the state border in Melaka. Mark and I had eaten at Kuala Seafood during previous cycling trips to Melaka. That restaurant was a highlight every time. We then picked up the pace over the 20km to Kuala Seafood. So imagine our extreme disappointment when we got to Kuala Seafood and found it closed. What a bummer!! The few restaurants in the vicinity had sold out of their lunch offerings. We settled for some mediocre fried rice, just to fill out stomachs more than anything else. Alan had been talking about getting coconut shakes once we got there. Melaka is known for good coconut shakes. Alan said that Klebang Original Coconut Shake was the place. Having been disappointed twice already, we made Alan call Klebang Original Coconut Shake to make sure that it was open. By the time we left Klebang Original Coconut Shake, my patched inner tube was failing. I gave it a good pump up, and Johan S. Alan and Chee Seng were heading back to KL that evening. They first rode to Jonker Walk and Dutch Square for obligatory tourist photographs. The rest of us checked in to the Hallmark Crown Hotel. I had booked the hotel sight unseen. Welcome to the Internet Age! The price was right — about USD25 per night for a double occupancy room, including buffet breakfast. Which were clean and comfortable, and had air-conditioning and a mini-fridge which worked. Plus there was lots of hot water on the shower, and the free wifi signal was strong. Showered and changed, we walked to the next food destination on our list. The Makko Nyonya Restaurant. Another repeat visit venue for Mark and I. Fortunately for the two of us, Makko was open! Fried eggplant with chilli, beancurd skin rolls, cincalok omelette, chicken rendang , curry prawns with pineapple, and chendol. Comfortably so. On Friday morning the four of us attacked the hotel buffet breakfast. We had, briefly, considered cycling back to KL. Riding to Tampin and taking the train seemed like a more reasonable thing to do. It is a short ride from there to where I live. A fitting end to our two-day adventure. It was, after all, an eating trip with some cycling thrown in for variety. We had a lot of laughs and good riding. To be repeated for sure. The graphic at the top of this post is a mashup of our coconut shakes and the logo for a anti-littering campaign which was launched by the Melaka state government in Map courtesy of Strava. I met them there. This would be the standard start to each day. Photograph courtesy of Danial Marzuki. The ride along the MEX Highway was quieter than usual. Being the second day of Chinese New Year, the roads everywhere were relatively empty. It was lunch time when we arrived in Port Dickson. We had cendol and rojak at Azmi Cendol, and the guys bought cheap flip flops from a nearby shop, before we rode to the Waterfront Boutique Hotel. After a shower, in my case whilst wearing my kit so it got a wash as well, I took a short nap. Then we met in the lobby for the short trip around the corner to Starbucks Coffee. A venti Mocha Frappuccino hit the spot. Darshini had made a day trip to Port Dickson, so we had a car ride there and back. There was the option for another Starbucks after dinner, but I was fading. We planned a 7. My kit was dry, and more importantly, not smelling funky, at the crack of dawn. We did notice that the road narrowed a bit, and changed colour, once we crossed into the state of Melaka. Not everything on the lunch buffet menu was ready yet, but there was enough on offer for us to fill our tummies. Our lunch stop, or more accurately, our brunch stop, came about halfway to Melaka. Danial needed an ice-cream to quell the flames in his stomach from the too-spicy curry he ate at lunch. We had planned to ride non-stop the rest of the way to Melaka town. We got to Tanjung Kling before large raindrops began to fall. We ducked under the first shelter we could find, and waited out the rain. I was quite smug about having packed shoe covers and a rain vest. I put those items on as we waited for the rain to stop. Twenty minutes later we rolled out onto the wet road. We could hardly have gone more than a kilometer before the road changed to being completely dry, and the sun was out. We had been caught, quite literally, under a cloudburst. And now it was sunny and dry, and I was getting hot under my vest. We started making jokes about my rain gear having the power to repel rain. There was a traffic jam for most of that distance into Melaka. I was glad to be on a bicycle. We stopped on the bridge over the Sungai Melaka for a photograph of the river. A river that is much cleaner these days. Then it was off the bridge and around the corner to the Fenix Inn. The bicycle-friendly hotel that we have stayed at before. Our post-ride routine was identical to the one the day before. A shower with kit on, a short nap, and then a walk to the Starbucks Coffee next door to the hotel. The guys even had to buy flip flops. It turned out that the RM2. They were more stiff plastic than rubber, and were very uncomfortable. So the guys left them in Port Dickson. I was happy to wait until dinner to eat anything. I related my disappointing experience with the chicken rice balls at that restaurant. Ee Ji Ban Chicken Rice Ball has developed quite a name for itself, so the guys thought that I must have been there on an off-day. We owe you one Ailin. Thank you. A Starbucks was between the restaurant and out hotel, so we stopped for coffee and cake. There were some brief thoughts of going on to somewhere else after Starbucks, but common sense, and age in my case, caught up. I needed to get to sleep if I wanted to be ready for another 7. The sharp-eyed will have spotted that Safwan had packed a second set of cycling kit. Danial and I stuck to our wash-and-dry routine. Which worked yet again. A road which is characterized along its entire length by rolling terrain. Compounded on the day by a headwind that blew all the way to Seremban. All that up and down riding against the wind was thirsty work. I pulled on my arm screens, and made a mini keffiyeh out of a bandana to keep the sun off the back of my neck. Of course, as soon as we got going, the cloud cover rolled in and blocked out the sun. We were blessed with excellent rising weather over the three days. Apart from brief periods of bright sun, we rode in overcast and cool conditions. We think my bandana was the charm. They devoured large plates of fried rice, and I sucked down a couple of iced Milos. Or more precisely, to Restoran Nelayan Seafood, which is where Danial wanted to have lunch. That restaurant is well-known for its masak lemak dishes, which are a Negri Sembilan speciality. Photograph courtesy of warisn9world. The guys ate well. Luckily it was only a few hundred meters from the restaurant to the train station. I skipped eating at Restoran Nelayan Seafood. Admittedly through some heavy traffic. It was worth the wait and the ride! Photograph courtesy of Alvin Lee. Our plans for an early start were scuttled by rain. We lingered over breakfast while waiting for the rain to stop. We rolled out of the Fenix Inn at 9. Not to immediately head north toward Port Dickson and Kajang, but to ride to the ruins of the A Famosa fortress, and to the Stadthuys. Two of the most photographed colonial buildings, the first Portuguese and the second Dutch, in Melaka. We retraced our route from the day before. Mark and I had become separated from Alvin and Liang by that point. Riding together again, we got to Kuala Sungai Baru at The Kuala Seafood restaurant already had its lunch offerings on display. Everything tasted as good as it looked. We lingered over lunch and drinks for an hour. It had been hot the day before, and it was already hot again. I were all dehydrated, and our bodies needed all the fluid we could take in. The weather can change very quickly, and it did so after lunch. We had to take cover at a bus stop near Batu Ibol as a sudden cloudburst rolled by. The rain eased after ten minutes, so we headed back out onto the very wet road. We rode through drizzle and on wet roads all the way to Port Dickson. We were just over halfway home. The sun came out again as we sat at Azmi Cendol. Time to reapply the SPF The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful. No punctures! It was hot and steamy. Coincidentally at the 99 Speedmart in Tanah Merah where we bought Cokes and such the day before. Which was especially hard work for Alvin and Liang on their fixies. They fully deserved the stop at the Shell petrol station in Sepang. By the time we got to Pekan Salak we all needed to refill our bottles. From there we had just 5. It had taken us ten and a half hours to get from Melaka to Kajang. Six and a half of which were spent on our bikes. We had done the return trip in about twenty five minutes less than the outward leg the day before. Very impressive! We closed our credit card tour with dinner at Restoran Yip Sheng, down the road from the police station. Fried rice, lemon chicken and braised beancurd. Leave a comment. Photograph courtesy of i1os. Four of us, two on road bikes and two on fixies, did a credit card tour to Melaka. We started from Kajang. After breakfast, that is! The road bikes were fitted with Apidura saddle packs. The fixie riders carried backpacks. You know that feeling you get when one of your mates gets a puncture? I lost that feeling as soon I got back on my bike. I checked the tire for any embedded sharp objects that would have punctured the inner tube. Which immediately started losing air. So I had to go through the whole process again. We were at this bus stop for fifty five minutes, fixing flats. And with Alvin and Liang having to pedal nonstop, even going downhill, speeds were moderate. As we left the petrol station we spotted a small bicycle shop, where Liang and I stocked up on inner tubes. At what was a slightly overpriced RM18 each. Our next stop was at the 99 Speedmart in Tanah Merah. Usually for something to eat as well as something to drink. This time we just had a drink. Lunch would be grilled chicken at Cowboy Place in Teluk Kemang. When we got back on our bikes, I saw that my rear tire had flatted. I was getting tired of this. An almost forensic examination of the tire finally revealed the culprit. Undetectable by touch, and visible only by flexing the tire. By the time we got to Cowboy Place it was 1. We were all hungry. To the tune of one and a half chickens, a plate of mixed vegetables, and two omelets. Washed down with pitchers of watermelon juice. But as I said, we were hungry at the time. As we were finishing our lunch, a storm rumbled through to the north east of Teluk Kemang. All we got was a very light sprinkle. Nonetheless, very much appreciated as it cooled the air. But not for long. The sun came back out, and the air turned steamy as the day warmed up again. We rehydrated, and caught up on essentials. Be it social media updates, or a nap. Liang and Alvin stopped along the way in Sungai Udang to get something to eat. I am not surprised that they needed food. Riding fixies had to be really hard work. Liang was riding a 48 tooth chainring with a 16 tooth rear cog. Alvin had a 49 tooth chainring with a 17 tooth rear cog. That means that for each turn of the crank, Liang travelled 6. Those are hard gears to push on the flat, let alone uphill. Without the opportunity to coast and rest every now and then. Mark and I continued on into Melaka to visit a bike shop. While fixing my first flat tire of the day, I had discovered a cut in the sidewall of my rear tire. KHS Bicycles installed a new tire for me. And in the process discovered that I had a suspect tube in my front tire. So my ride to Melaka cost me five inner tubes. Alvin and Liang caught up with Mark and I at the bike shop. Which Alvin and Mark must have mistaken for a bar! Our home for the night. Chosen for its proximity to the historic heart of Melaka, and for the fact that it allows bicycles in the rooms. Showered and changed, it was time for dinner. The original plan was to walk to Restoran Nyonya Makko. However that restaurant is closed on Tuesdays. So Mark consulted Google for alternatives. Chicken rolls, fried brinjals with chilli, cincalok omelet, pineapple prawn curry, and of course cendol for dessert. We sat out back, right on the edge of the Melaka River. Where we watched the river cruise boats race by. Alvin took some arty photographs with his new Huawei P9. The smartphone with the Leica co-engineered dual lens camera. The low-light shots are impressive. The plan for Day 2 was to roll out at about 7. Trying not to wake up the person at the front desk. Then it was time to put on cycling shoes which had dried overnight after the ride through the rain , sun tan lotion, inspect our bikes, and wake up the desk clerk so we could check out. Fikri, Izzat and I were ready to roll at the appointed hour. We discovered then that the rest of the group had opted to eat breakfast after putting on their cycling kit and checking out of the hotel. Before long we were making the left turn onto Route N4 toward Chuah. By the way, despite what you see in these photographs, the national tree of Malaysia is NOT the oil palm. That was the closest we would get to the KL International Airport. It was 8. I was supposed to be at Morib at I was going to be late. The same one where Fikri and I stopped on the way to Port Dickson. As I remounted my bike, Izzat rode by. I chased after him and we rode together back out toward the coast. I got to Morib at about Alvin, Liang and Mark were still there. I slurped down an iced Milo and an ais kacang , and enjoyed the sea breeze as we sat in the shade. Just as we were leaving Morib beach, Fikri rode up behind us. He had been delayed by a problem with his seat post. It was midday. And hot. And the pace had been high. Nothing like ice cold cendol to induce a touch of brain freeze. It was another excellent cycling event. Foogie produced an excellent video summary of the two days. This time from Klang to Port Dickson and back. The start was in the parking area outside the Hotel 99 in Bandar Botanik, Klang. In the meantime Johan was already into his stride as official photographer. A dozen of us were going to spend the night in Port Dickson before riding back to Klang the next day. Another eight or nine were joining us for the ride to Port Dickson, and were planning to turn around and ride straight back. All the formalities were done by 7. Danial tooted his roti man horn and we were on our way to Port Dickson. Johan led the way in his car, while Danial and Foogie were in a pickup, on sweeper duty behind the group. The roads from Klang to Banting were not as busy as they have been on my previous Saturday rides through that area. Fikri and I started riding together, and we stayed together all the way to Port Dickson. Which made it a good place to stop for a drink and a nibble. Some of us had soft-boiled eggs and kaya toast here. The only photograph that I can contribute. Photograph courtesy of kentmoo A sea breeze was blowing. Unfortunately it was a gusty block headwind. I was thankful to have Fikri with me. He did more of the work into the wind than I did. I was finding the going tough. Fikri spotted one reason why that may have been. My rear tire was slowly losing air. We stopped just after Tanjung Sepat. A few seconds later Danial and Foogie pulled over ahead of us. I decided to risk just pumping up the tire rather than replacing the inner tube. It was a hot morning, I had been working hard, and one of the things I like least to do is fixing a flat with sweat pouring down my face. Cold drinks and air conditioning. Danial and Foogie stopped there too, so I had my rear tire topped up as well. By the time we got through Sepang and the climbs along Route 5 to the right turn onto Route N4, the skies were darkening and thunder was rumbling in the distance. In a matter of minutes the heavens opened. Both by the rain and the spray from passing vehicles. The wind was still in our faces, but at least we were feeling a lot cooler in the wet. The weather probably played a part in their decision not to ride all the way to Port Dickson. The roads were wet all the way to Lukut. Fikri and I caught up with some of the other riders as we rode through Lukut. With 4km to go to the hotel in Port Dickson, Asni had a puncture. The hole in my inner tube was getting bigger, and I was losing air at a faster rate. My tire held out, and everyone else made it safely too. We stayed at the Waterfront Boutique Hotel. The location on the esplanade walk of the PD Waterfront development means that the hotel is amongst a variety of food and beverage outlets, a bank, and shops. Best of all, the hotel allowed us to take our bicycles into our rooms. After a shower and a short rest a bunch of us headed out to lunch. The eatery of choice, based on their past experience, was Cowboy Place. Photograph courtesy of sharinginfoz. Photograph courtesy of azienamico. Lunch was late. It was about 3pm by the time we got to Cowboy Place. By 7pm or so we were all thinking about dinner. Photograph courtesy of Tripadvisor. You pick what you want from a variety of fresh fish, prawns, crab and other shellfish, and choose how you want each item cooked. Sit back and wait a few minutes while everything is being prepared, then roll up your sleeves and dig in. We had fish cooked two different ways, batter-fried squid, vegetables and rice. We still had room for dessert. A mango sundae sounded like just the thing. Only to be disappointed. They had sold out of mango sundaes. We had to settle for chocolate soft ice cream cones. I left Malaysia in as a non-cyclist. I am back home now with two road bikes and all the paraphernalia that goes with being addicted to cycling. Email Address:. Follow This Blog. Blog at WordPress. RSS Feed. Home About Me. Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim We took our regular route to Jenjarom, and then rode the quiet secondary roads to Tanjung Sepat. Photograph courtesy of Kellie Itoe And pretty good fish balls too. Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim 20km later we were waiting for the ferry across the Sepang River. Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim Kenneth asked where the river originates. Our first stop was for bowls of. The Waterfront Boutique Hotel. Photograph courtesy of Kellie Itoe After a shower, it was time for a late lunch. I had the cone and the chocolate sundae. Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim The restaurant is small and unpretentious. Photograph courtesy of Kellie Itoe It was bedtime for the rest of us. Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim Our route back was slightly different from the one we took to get to PD. Bookmark the permalink. Photograph courtesy of Danial Marzuki When the four of us were planning this trip we referred to it as road bikepacking. Day 1: Kuala Lumpur to Port Dickson. Geometric Progression Weekend Posted on December 18, by alchemyrider. Avillion Coastal Ride Posted on September 20, by alchemyrider. The photographs are in! Thank you Johan Sopiee. 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