I wonder how many ppl have been mislead by the newspaper's reporting abt Kelantan, where the place is suppose to be conservative and lack of developments ........ I'm one of them before 02 May 2009 :roll: .

I reached Kota Bahru's Sultan Ismail Petra airport at 2:40pm, and saw no others commercial planes around, and wonder is it true that Kelantan is a laid back state U-( ...... but I do aware that my flight does have lots of european passengers, hmmmmm ...... I always tot that tourists mostly go thru Terengganu state to go to Perhentian or Redang island.

Jump into the airport taxi and the chalet that I stay in is quite familiar to ppl around, I relax myself and just let the driver drive me to the place. When the driver told me that he will take me thru the village road, I asked if he can slow down so I am able to look around and enjoy the scenery :P (didn't know they hv F1 circuit here). And so he does, slowing down, giving me explaination of the village views ..... and suddenly I shouted "Who's palace is this ???". The driver chuckles and said it's not a palace, just the villager's bungalow house ....... and mind you, that's the starting point of my village bungalow house tour :)) .

After having my mouth wide open, amazed by how luxury the houses in the village area ..... finally I reached my chalet, the "Pasir Belanda Resort" (actually just 15 minutes ride from the airport). It was exceptionally hot that evening, 34 degree Celsius ....... I asked the receiptionist girl, if this is normal ??? Turns out she's travelling too and just reached couple of days ago. Harry, the Dutch owner and his family were away for a trip ..... so, he has Danielle, the Dutch Lady :P to help out.

The aircon in the room is not helping a bit, took my shower and still can't fall asleep ...... and I decided to rent the bicycle and make a ride to the Pantai Cahaya Bulan. Turns out most of the bikes are suit for europeans, I merely got 1 that suit my height and let me landed safely incase I bump into the cows :b .

After getting very limited info from Danielle, I hit on the road ..... bingo, wrong turn, I ride into a villager area and ask the pakcik for direction, need to make an 180 degree turn to hit another direction of the road. I have not ride a bicycle in ages ....... you can imagine my clumsiness when comes to a corner, hit the bumper, or whenever I need to make a stop for a direction. I have ask almost everyone :oops: , the pakcik (elder man), makcik(elder woman), adik (kid) ...... but I didn't ask any abang(adult man), just in case it's still not appropriate for a single lady to chat with any man in the village (I didn't hv the code of conduct guideline :. ).

I reached the beach after riding for abt 40 mins ..... the beach is crowded with visitors 88| . Well, but no one is swimming though (just knew later that bikinis are not allowed in Kelantan beach) ..... ppl are flying kites, munching snacks (I can only munch on my Chipsmore, 4get to bring my purse with me |-| ), taking photos, walking on the beach. I decided to ride to the far end to have a more quiet space ...... turns out the bike doesn't has lock, I can't walk away too far from the bike, else I will need to walk back :)) . And mind you, I'm the only person that ride a bicycle to the beach, everyone is taking car, buses, or motorbike ..... ewwwww, now I looks like a villager already :P .

The dark clouds is crawling and quickly fill up the sky, I decided to ride back as the dinner will be served at 7pm. I hv never go thru a war, but riding thru the kampung(village) road, makes me feel like I'm in a war zone ...... the wind is blowing so strong, I was so afraid that I will be hit by the missile == coconuts U-( . And yes, the rain did falls on me :roll: ..... guess God heard my prayer for some rain, but we didn't really discuss abt the timing though :**: . But no worry, I easily slick into a pakcik's house and ask for shelter ..... and started my communication channels with the local. We talked abt the riot in the stadium not so long ago, I even bald enough to ask why he's not preparing the dinner yet :P (influence from maarten, he's always been bald) ..... turns out he owns a restaurant around the stadium, did I ask for discount coupon ????

I left when the rain is getting smaller, only to find it getting heavier after a while n hv to get shelter from an old makcik this time 8| . She kindly invited me to sit in the porch with her, where there's sofa and warmer ..... she with her Kelantan dialect and I hv to guess what she's trying to say. But I survived, having to know enough abt her family and knew that she's abt to cook the rice and her son will buy the dishes from outsides :P ...... yes, I'm that hungry :)) . After finishing the warm water that she offered to me, I made my way "home" ...... it's getting dark now, and I just made the call to the chalet, told Danielle I hv somehow get into another village and will be late for dinner .... try my very best to find the way back :P. Danielle is concern and ask I must call again if I'm really lost ....... hmmmm, I hope not |-| .

After asking 4 more persons, I finally on the right track back, saw the Pasir Belanda sign board ....... but hey, I need to ride through the Muslim cemetary 88| ..... cool, I saw nothing :>> . And when I'm 500m away from the chalet, bump into a guy who's on his bike, and he's kind enough to lead me back ...... only to ask for my phone number later, errrr. And here I am, wet, tired, exhausted and yet still manage to grab a date in Kelantan :)) ...... I parked the bike, show my face to Danielle and Kak Ni and rush for my dinner. Bump into the other holiday makers who had already finished their meals, I'm that late.

Kak Ya, the aunty who live behind the chalet, is the chef for the guests who order meals from the chalet. Turns out, she's from Alor Setar, Kedah .... and her sisters live around my neighborhood. So, I am being consider as her "kampung mate" and even can have free ride with her motorbike to the night market the next day :P. Kak Ya is such a nice woman, funny and laugh on all my silly jokes ..... gosh, I miss her now :) . The dinner is toooooo much for me, 5 dishes for myself alone 88| ..... next time I shld be more careful when making the order.

So, I was being told abt the Pasir Belanda history, how's Harry current residency is used to live by an Englishman, who is the advisor to the Kelantan Sultan ..... and the brillant investment by Harry, and the peak low season of the year, how handsome Harry is :P. Kak Ya hv the tendency to label every man as "handsome", haha ..... but I guess she view everyone as "beautiful" ..... this only can be done if you yourself have a beautiful heart :).

I walked back to my chalet with Kak Ya keep asking from behind "Are you afraid to walk back" ..... Nope, but I do afraid of the frogs though ;D . A HK couple was there previously, her wife was traumatised by the sounds made by the owl :P .

I hit my romantic bed after reading a few pages of "Tuesday With Morrie" ...... no stars tonight, but it's ok, it is still a "moy" (Kak Ya told me it's beautiful in Dutch, not sure abt the spelling though :P ) night :lalala: .

My romantic room :)Starbucks CornerPantai Cahaya BulanZoom in, that's my bikeGiant TCGetting sunsetTraditional kampung houseMissile field :PThe modern luxury kmapung housePalace, eh