As I write this, a goose is squawking outside my window, having found its way to the gardens of the main sleeping quarters all the way from across the lake on the other side of the cove where, in a little forest area, the rest of the flock were gathered. He's feeding on some rice but every now and then looks up to squawk and protest or fret about something.
Am feeling much better after a traditional 'kolah' shower, washing away the dirt and grime and sweat of a whole day of boat rides, visits to dams and power stations, briefings and festive welcomes at local villages along the river.
My camera batteries are all spent and am waiting impatiently for them to recharge so I can snap photos of this lovely, quaint house on the lake with its menagerie of barnyard animals making a ruckus at dusk.
The boat ride here took about 10 minutes and we sped by wonderful reflections of the foliage mirrored on a steely, glassy lake... the air was fresh and balmy and it was utterly calm. We passed by noone but a few fishermen.
Our gracious host was waiting by the little jetty to his private retreat, one of several which he owns around the world. He found this little gem 12 years ago and proceeded to expand the original few acres to the 10 acres it is currently. The last plot that he bought was from a prison warden living in KL.
It was a surprise to note that this tall, slim, unassuming gentleman was the Tan Sri, with a host of notable assignments behind him including ambassador and envoy to prominent international organisations. He welcomed everyone on our boat so warmly, you could tell immediately how down-to-earth and genuine he really is. It was great fortune to meet him. Unfortunately he could only stay with us a couple of hours since he had to rush off to Penang for a convocation that night itself, it would've been really interesting to discuss a few of his roles in the international arena.
That goose is still squawking... and the others have joined in too.