Outward Bound Experience


Woke up, last packing, got in the car and left for OB. We took lunch at some restaurant somewhere and ate something before drinking something. Then we drove over to the OB Lumut Camp. My first survey of the area was something like this:

“Hall’s quite nice, big and spacious.”
“Dining hall is OK. Wow, those are a lot of sinks…oh yeah, we’re supposed to wash our stuff.”
“WOAH. Are those houses there our dorms? They’re so high up…I’m going to hate walking up stairs.”
“Dataran Diraja? Royal Square? Looks boring to me.”

We arrived at 12.30. Registration started at 2. So I spent 90 minutes walking around the place doing absolutely nothing except chewing on Hacks and drinking water. Oh, I nearly forgot, when we arrived they told me I was in the “Ulu Sepat Watch” and I should go to the Dining Hall. I figured that Ulu Sepat was my “team”, or “Watch” as they called it here, so I tried to hunt down the other Ulu Sepatians while waiting.

2pm came and past and there were only 8 people gathered around the table when a guy with a wooden box came in to register us. We filled in the forms (fun things to fill include “swimming distance”, “occupation” and “education level”), then the guy introduced himself as Fadzli, out instructor. Assisting him would be Fazlina. Fadzli ordered us not to call him Fuzzy, so of course we named him Mr. Fuzzy and Pak Fuzzy immediately…

Oh, the 8 people gathered there at the time? They were (in the order I met them), Jasveer, Joe, Han Wei, Wee Sen, Mei Yin, Moi, Joanna and me (yes I met myself last). All Malaysians, which was surprising because this was the OVERSEAS YOUTH PROGRAM (capitalized because… I like capital letters?) and there would be Singaporeans coming too. Fadzli told us that they’d be coming at night, and all of them were girls from the same school in Singapore. If I had a camera then, I would have taken the faces of the guys there, it was hilarious. He also took all our luxuries away… hand phone, money, wallet, sweets, snacks… everything fun except cameras (I expected this confiscation to happen, so when he said cameras were allowed, I was pretty annoyed by that fact. Blame Fadzli for this blog post being so spartan with images).

We had a little tour of the place. The main hall was the Gym Hall, we would eat at the Dining Hall, the building smack in the middle of the place was the Royal Square, the building on the hills were our dorms (as I feared), the building currently under construction was the Treatment Centre (:O) (actually we would be treated in a small room behind the Gym Hall for now), the balai polis building was the Instructors Dorm (no students allowed…) and they place with the kayaks was the place where kayaks were kept >.> .

Then was up to our dorms, boys going to Tahan dorm and girls to Bubu dorm. The keys were on this cute little board in the Gym Hall where the keys were kept. And right before the steps was a signboard telling you how many steps up to out dorms. Tahan was 148 steps up… NOT FUN AT ALL THANK YOU VERY MUCH (especially when you’re carrying a huge heavy bag of luggage up).

As for the dorms itself, it was fine. 9 bunk beds (but only 16 boys) and a functional toilet. Scary thing is that behind your bed, there is this door from the floor to ceiling which is locked, but can be opened if you unlock both locks. Once open, you’re staring at the ground about 15-25 metres below you. Not fun to look at…

Going back down, it was time to learn Belaying! There’s 2 tall rope net outside the Gym Hall about 10 metres high outside the Gym Hall. We learnt to harness ourselves, belay (control the rope) the climber and of course we got to climb up the net (which was really freakin’ easy btw). And while waiting some of us (Jas, Mei, Han and me) talked games. And games. And games. Also, games.

THEN, we waited. In the hall. For the Singaporean girls to arrive.

*cricket chirping*

*symphony of crickets*

And they arrive, get split into watches, and 6 of them lucky girls got to be in the best watch (Caroline, Prathiba, Dorothea, Yi Jun, Xin Yi and Dharshanaa). We had our very first dinner that night. My best memory was when one instructor was telling us exactly what we’d have to do, and when he said we’d be washing up everything, I looked at the faces of the girls around the entire hall. Some of them were so shocked that I burst into laughter.

*insert Singaporean joke here*

Very soon after we had night cap (supper), then sleep in the dorms.


Wake up at 7. Go down, sing national anthems (both countries), then breakfast. If I recall correctly, we then played some “games”. Games here meaning, “something which resembles a game, but is actually spelled L-A-M-E”. And for some reason, these lame games were fun. Really fun. I mean, seriously fun.

Anyways, we didn’t do that much this day. The Singporeans had their belaying lesson in the morning (since they missed it yesterday). Only interesting thing of note was a girl (Joyce? I think) (Faith, maybe) who was afraid of heights. Really, really afraid. As in, it took her about 15 minutes to climb the rope which usually takes about 3-4 minutes. The whole place was laughing, shouting and trying to help her, but in the end she got down safely (remember this story, I’ll bring it back up later).

Afternoon was kayaking lessons. First you carry the kayaks out from the kayak shed to the beach.

“How heavy are the kayaks sir?”
“Um.. about 20kg.”
“Oh not that heavy”


By my estimates, it was about 50-60kg each kayak, shared between 2 people. x.x

We had a short kayaking tutorial, then a water confidence session (GET INTO THE WATER AND PRACTICE FLOATING. GOOD. NOW GET OUT). Finally we got to kayak! We practiced kayaking normally, turning, backward-paddling and capsizing (if you capsize other kayaks must raft together and help you flip up the kayak). It was so short though… about 30 minutes only, then we had to get out and put the kayaks back.


But then you might be thinking, “Hey! If everyone just took their kayaks and did one each, then you wouldn’t have to repeat right?” And that’s true. Luckily for us, everyone did their part cleaning up:

  • About 30% of the people carried the kayaks.
  • 20% washed up.
  • The other 50% did the most important thing: they stood by the sidelines and cheered us on.

ANYWAYS. Moving on.

After dinner, we were briefed about the next day’s trip. Yep, Day 3 would be a Sea Expedition to Pulau Pangkor. They gave us a list of stuff to bring, a “magic bag” (which is a transparent plastic bag to hold your stuff. In retrospect, it was magic because some people’s stuff disappeared), and then sent you out to prepare. At night. :(

I spent a sweaty night packing, then fell asleep.


First things first, let me explain a little quirk of OB. All together, there were 9 “watches”, i.e. teams of students, roughly 14 people to each watch. These 9 watches were grouped into 3 “groups”, Groups 1, 2 and 3. So my watch Ulu Sepat was in Group 1, along with 2 other watches. Now, there are 3 expeditions which everyone goes through in OB. Since you can’t really expect 120+ students to camp in one area at a time, each group has a different schedule so that there are no conflicts with other groups.

Back to business. We spent the (early) morning packing up all our stuff, then loading it up into the MOTHER BOAT. On our kayaks we brought only water, and water. The general idea is to kayak in a diamond formation, like this:

But after about 15 minutes of kayaking, it looked like this:

Going to Pangkor wasn’t very hard. Even though we were going against the current, it was pretty smooth sailing with me and Han Wei on the oars. And of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

Half way through, the speedboat of instructors stopped us and made us wait for the last kayak to arrive. Then we had to switch partners with the 2 girls inside, since they were about as slow as a cheetah with a broken leg. Getting to Pangkor was suddenly a lot harder with some dead weight and a whole lot of catching up to do…

Oh but there’s still one more story to tell. When we saw the beach we were about to stop at, a guy (Wen Wei) pointed out a rock cliff. I told the girl that we’d be rappelling down that cliff (an instructor told me), but she didn’t say anything. At all. She just sat there staring at the cliff, mouth shut.

Later I remembered her name was Joyce (I think?) Faith (?), that same girl who was scared of a 10m rope net.


90 minutes after leaving, we beached, took our stuff out of the MOTHER BOAT, and for the first time we set up camp in a small clearing near the beach. Group camp is literally the saddest camp you will ever see. Camp consists of pieces of canvas tied up to a rope, and canvas sheets on the floor. That’s it. No door, no mosquito nets, nothing. Then 5 (or 6 or 9, depending on gender, sleeping preferences and size of camp) would lie down on the floor and try to sleep. Imagine sleeping on a hard rocky floor. The only difference between that and OBS camping is that there were monkeys and mosquitoes in OBS.

Monkeys were everywhere. Look up in a tree and you’d probably see at least 1, usually 2-3. Just after lunch a monkey came down and stole someone’s loaf of bread. Cheeky.

Mosquitoes were everywhere. Look anywhere and you’d probably see at least 2, probably 4-5. I know some people hated me because the mosquitoes avoided me (even though I had no repellent on). Either I’m so horrible even mosquitoes hate me, or I’m so amazing that the mosquitoes do not dare touch me. I’m quite sure it’s the latter.

Setting up camp took about 3 hours (first time = slow), lunch was satisfying (campfire + Maggi Mee + Singaporean girls who are good at cooking = a wholesome delicious meal), THEN IT RAINED. We just huddled up in camp and some of us fell asleep.


The camp area was pretty big in size, comfortably fitting 6 tents, 3 fireplaces and leaving plenty of space. Go down the beach and you will find a small stream which trickles slowly to the sea. Past that, you see some nicely made wooden shelters (instructors slept there) and toilets (dirty but functional). Most of us washed our feet, utensils and other stuff in the stream since it looked clean and fresh. Later we found out that the toilet connects directly to the stream.

[End Intermission!]

Dinner was cooked by the instructors since our firewood was all wet. They set up a gas stove and cooked one of the most delicious camp meals I have ever eaten (rice + salmon in tomato sauce + veggies = yummy). This was a perfect time for my brand new torchlight to just die out on me. I spent the rest of camp without a functional torchlight; let me tell you its not fun to always have to borrow someone’s torch just to go to the toilet.

Anyways everyone just lepak-ed around in the dark after dinner. I don’t remember too much about this night except that I slept around 9, quite a few people were trying to start a fire for absolutely no reason, and Han + Mei wanted to stay up through the whole night because they didn’t feel like sleeping.


Next thing I remember is waking up at 3.30 in the dark quiet morning… -_-;;. Han and Mei were still awake (geez guys, 6 hours talking… isn’t that boring?), so I took over their watch and forced them to sleep. Since some Tahan girl went to out girls tent, Mei slept in our tent, but nevermind that. I borrowed someone’s torch and walked around for the next 2 hours. Not much happened at all in the dark of the night, except for 2 cats which followed me around (they went away after an hour). Then I got bored so I squeezed into the tent and tried to sleep, which wasn’t easy cause “squeezing” in this case means “sleeping by people’s feet”.

Morning came, and gave us the gift of sore backs ( :( )and mosquito bites (except me, :D). 2 sliced of bread and jam later, we all packed up our stuff, v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. A monkey took a dump on one of the mess tins, which caused problems for all of us. Anyways, by 9 or so we were done and loaded up the stuff onto the MOTHER BOAT again. Then we kayaked back (no switching kayaks this time, so it was much more fun).

Of course, with great kayaking come much cleaning. If you think the expedition was easy… we had to clean:

  • Kayaks
  • Oars
  • Tent sheets
  • Ropes
  • Kayaks
  • Life jackets
  • Mess tins (including the pooped one D:)
  • Utensils
  • Water cans
  • Parang
  • Kayaks
  • Rake
  • Cangkul
  • Kayaks (tough work yo)
  • Other stuff I can’t remember?

Then FINALLY we get to eat shower. Let me tell you this, the first cold water shower after 2 days of sweating, dirt, mud and salt water is one of the best showers you will ever exprience in your sad, pathetic, showerless life.

That doesn’t even make sense.

Later in the afternoon, it’s time for some Jungle Trekking™! Fadzli took an hour to explain how a map and compass works. For most of us, it was a good time to practice what we learnt in school, i.e. pretend to listen while slowly falling asleep.

He finished lecturing and gave us a map of the nearby jungle. This afternoon we’d be doing a trial run of what we just learned. There were 16 checkpoints in the jungle, marked on our map, and it was our job to find each of these checkpoints in order, note the letter on each checkpoint, and get out of the jungle. Time limit: 2 hours.

The bearings were screwy, the distances were off and the compass was quite useless, but 2 hours later we got out of the damn jungle. The letters spelled out “responsibilities” which was ironic to me…

After dinner, we were briefed about the next day’s trip. Yep, Day 5 would be a Land Expedition to some Teluk somewhere. They gave us a list of stuff to bring, a “magic bag” (which is a transparent plastic bag to hold your stuff (in retrospect, it was magic because some people’s stuff disappeared)), and then sent you out to prepare. At night. :(

Deja vu.

Only this time, we had to carry everything in a backpack. This magical backpack somehow fits everything you need to survive in the jungle for at least 2 days. However, there’s one side effect: it’s heavy. Imagine a big fat gorilla. That’s peanuts compared to the weight of the backpack. I’m guessing the backpack was around 15-20 kg, which doesn’t sound too bad until you realize you are carrying it for hours at a time while Jungle Trekking™.


Anyways, I spent the rest of the night washing clothes (2 days to dry fits perfectly with the expedition timing) and… um, sleeping.


Wake up again. Man it feels good to sleep in a comfortable bed after going through an uncomfortable night. But never mind that, we have a new task to do!

This is the day we would go rock climbing and some Jungle Trekking™ to the campsite. Time for the Land Expedition!

Alright, first things first, once again, we have to pack up our stuff. Although I have to complain about the weight of the backpacks, at least we didn’t have to carry everything there. Everything we needed (including backpacks!) was taken by the Mothervan (haha) ahead of out group. Then at about 8.30 or so we left OB by the road to head for the rock climbing site.

It’s a long walk. We walked about 15 minutes in the quite glaring sun. We passed by a water park (it looked so… nice even though it wasn’t a good water park by KL standards), an obstacle training course (some letters from the sign fell off: O stacle raining Circuit) and a lot of cars before we got there. At the end of the road, we went for a short walk through the jungle and arrived at the rock cliff.

That’s when the rock climbing began. There were 2 paths on the cliff, left and right. I think the left path is harder, but others say the right is harder (how can it be harder if there’s a easy trench for half of the climb???). Well whatever. There were 40 people in our group, going up 2 at a time, taking about 5-10 minutes each climb. That’s a long, long time to wait. So down at the bottom, we talked, and talked, and talked, about everything teenagers talk about.

My turn came, and passed pretty quickly. The cliff itself wasn’t that high up. Only challenging thing was the last section of the climb, where you literally have to press your hands on the ground above you and push yourself up without any handholds. That was hard.

2 hours came and past, so we walked out of the forest and had our lunch at a field nearby. Finally, we left the field for our long walk to the campsite.

Note: Take a look at the map. There are 3 paths to the campsite: One Peak, Four Peaks and the “shortcut”. The shortcut, as you can guess, is a lot shorter than the other 2 paths, taking about 1½ hours. Our group’s plan was to take the shortcut to camp, the on the next day, we’d have to find our way back to OB using one of the other 2 routes.

So we set off. Through the jungle we went for about 45 minutes, a 15 minute break and then about half an hour walking along the road until we reached camp. Nice and simple.

Now we set up camp. If we thought the Pangkor camp was bad, we were so, so wrong. This site had a dirty water source, no toilet, more mosquitoes, red ants, bigger red ants, a smaller space, more rain, even more mosquitoes and for some reason, less space to sleep in. I won’t describe much about what happened through the afternoon and evening, because frankly, it’s even more boring than anything you’ve read so far.

Night fell. So did rain.

Late at night (about 8pm) Fadzli came to the girls camp to tell us two things: the bearings for our Jungle Trekking™ tomorrow and to prepare for the group presentation (Day 9 (or rather, Night 9)). Us being Malaysians and Singaporeans, we decided to worry about the presentation later. So I set to work plotting the points on the map and generally being helpful (SOME people were less than helpful, sleeping away -.-). We really had nothing else to do for the night, so we talked a bit then most of us went to sleep.

[Psst, if anyone remembers, this was the day Wee Sen/Vincent said “What the hell!!!” loud enough for the girl’s camp to hear. I’m sure we all remember what happened after that]

Speaking of sleeping, 5 boys and a girl squeezed into the equivalent of two tents isn’t the most comfortable. I was sleeping on the side, but I was literally and inch away from the soil and rain on the outside, so I didn’t have the best sleep ever. In fact, at one point Mei must have pushed me or something, cause I found myself…


…on the ground at about 3am. Sigh.

Well, one uncomfortable night later I was awake and packing as usual. Breakfast was curry Maggi again, but no one was complaining since it completely neutralised the cold night. Really uneventful morning.

Jungle Trekking™ time! Let’s go!

We set off about 9. The route was relatively simple…or so we thought. What looked like a simple 3km walk on flat ground turned out to be pretty damn long for us. We went through the jungle, several palm oil plantations and a water tower in the next 2 hours. Geez.

It was pretty fun though. Since it was flat, it didn’t strain us out too much and we could talk a lot. So we talked. A lot. Complain about mosquitoes, leeches, etc. Sometimes we’d stop because there was a junction, so we’d have to check bearings. Sometimes the parang women (Prat and Carol) had to chop down branches. Sometimes we slap each other to kill that one mosquito sitting on our friend’s neck.

That reminds me, Fadzli was so well equipped for the journey, it made us envious. He had this little mouth tube which connects to a bottle of water in his backpack, so he could drink whenever he wanted to. Then he tied a mosquito coil container to his backpack to keep off the mosquitoes. It wasn’t fair :(

We made it to this small tiny river (Checkpoint 3 btw) without any mishaps, but that’s where things got tough. 240 metres might not sounds like a lot, but climbing a mountain that high is really, really freaking hard. It’s not really easy to describe how tiring it is…but let’s just say I tested the limits of sweating during the climb. Total distance was about 1km, but it took us 90 minutes, more or less non-stop, to reach the peak. We were so relieved when we reached this nice clearing and couldn’t see anymore uphill tracks. We reached the peak! I suggested lunch, but most of us preferred to go down first, then eat.

5 minutes later, the track went uphill again, and we realised it wasn’t the peak. 30 more minutes of hard climbing later, we finally found a place where a sign proudly told us was the peak. We ate lunch there.

Lunch was a “packed meal”, basically meaning we prepared it earlier at camp. Today’s menu: tuna bread, kaya bread and red bean bun. I had taken 3 tunas and no kaya, so I asked people for a trade.



So I had a delicious, but unsatisfiying lunch. So sad isn’t it?

Back to work. The rest of the trip was downhill. Really steeply downhill. Our watch slowly split up into several groups, the quick ones, medium-ish, and really freaking slow ones. What I loved about it was the skill needed to go downhill. Imagine 50+20kg of weight walking, running and sliding downhill, and then imagine someone trying to go down quickly on purpose. Towards the end, I was doing exactly that. Quite scary, but the adrenaline rush was more than worth it :)

At the bottom is a small little village. A few of us (quick ones :P) sat down on a log there, waiting for the rest to arrive. It took a good 15 minutes for everyone else to catch up. Then we walked through the little kampung area, complere with chickens, dogs, dog poo, and squished milipedes.

Back to the main road, then a short walk back to OB. Ahh.

We were back!

Home sweet home!

*crashing back to Earth*

We still had to wash up. Everything. I was seriously starting to… well, not hate, but definitely not enjoy this washing up sessions. But anyhow, there was a job to do, so an hour later, everything was clean and dry/wet. Finally we got to go back to our dorms.

Oh crap, 148 steps. 80, 47, 20, 1 last step, then I’m back at the dorms at last.

I don’t know who invented cold showers, but thank you, guy-who-invented-cold-showers. Come to think of it, you can’t invent cold showers. A good long nap later, it was dinner. Delicious, cooked dinner.

After dinner, we were briefed about the next day’s trip. Yep, Day 7 would be the much-feared/anticipated Solo Camping. They gave us a list of stuff to bring and then sent you out to prepare. At night. :(

Familiar, but different. No magic bag this time. We left Dataran Diraja, packed up and slept.

Since I have nothing else to say, I will now talk about Coconut Square. On the beach, there is a small area with a few logs and benches. A strange, half-buried kayak tells us that this little place is called Coconut Square. This place is one of the cosiest places in OB. The soothing sea breeze, the view, it makes you go back there again and again. Which I did. Much of my free time after expeditions was spent there with a few friends, talking away the boring hours. If there’s one thing I really missed from OB, it’s little Coco Square…


0600 Welcome to my brain diary. This is where I record what’s happening…in my brain.

Well, I’m awake. Gonna take a cold shower.

0700 Mmmmmm… breakfast.

0900 Ooh, we’re not leaving yet. We’re having a “hot seat” session now, where you can praise or gripe about your friends. Seems like no one dares to complain about anyone though…

1000 Finally we leave. We’re walking down the same road as 2 days ago. Heh, the O stacle raining Circuit is still here. Ahhh, this is surprisingly tough, what with the backpack and all… and even worse, it’s raining. What a sad way to start off the day.

1030 Ok, this is weird. We’re still heading into the exact same path as our “shortcut”. Into the jungle now we go. Over the deep pit, through the mud… mosquitoes everywhere. Ooh, I remember this trench in the ground. We had to step ove- what do mean I’m camping here?! Ahh crap, I’m sleeping right next a big trench in the ground -.-

1100 Alright, better start pitching my tent now.

1120 Ugh. The tent’s so small… and got leftover canvas too. I’m gonna repitch it.

1200 Um. Alright I guess. I don’t have any leftover canvas, but man is it small. I guess I don’t have much choice but to sleep in here. Time to eat lunch!

1230 I love sugar crackers.

1245 Poor Xin Yin… getting her food stolen by monkeys. I gave her the horrible corn bun.


1305 Ok did Fadzli lie to us or something. They said each camp is like… 10 metres away from the other camps. But it took me 5 minutes to get to Wee Sen’s camp, and it’s at least 50 metres away.

Anyways, looks like Han, Wee, and Mei are here. Let’s talk.

1330 Oh crap. Fadzli said he’d kill us if he found us around other people’s camp. And my camp is the first one on the trail too… such bad luck I have. I’m going back. Maybe I’ll visit their camps later.

1400 Don’t sleep Jiann Meng, don’t fall asleep. If you fall asleep you’ll have a tough time sleeping at night. Don’t sleep. Don’t slee- zZzZzZzZzZz

1530 Uuugghhhh what. Did I fall asleep? Damn it!!

1545 I’m still sleepy….

1550 zZzZzZzZzZzZ…


1700 I’m so bored… I think I’ll start the fire now.

1705 Took 4 matches, but its lit now. Better feed it more branches.

1715 Fadzli just passed by. To check on us I guess. As for the fire, it’s still so small -.- Hopefully it’ll grow.

1745 This sucks. Everytime the fire grows, it’ll just as suddenly die. Then I’ll have to blow into the ashes until it relights. Gahhhhhh. I’ll throw some leaves. Maybe that’ll speed things up.

1800 No it’s not working so well. I guess I’ll just cook the rice/sardine/chicken combo slowly.

1830 Phew, I think I’m done at last. Dinner looks good enough… let’s eat!


1900 It’s dark. Oh damn, I forgot to light the mosquito coil. I’ll go tumpang Wee Sen’s fire.

1930 It’s really dark. Seriously. All I have is a borrowed torchlight to fend off this darkness… T.T



2030 Ok calm down. They’re just ants. There must be a way to get rid of them… *idea*


2100 Alright, just about all the ants are dead. Time to sleep I guess?

2220 Oh I woke up. Sigh. This isn’t going to be a pleasant night.


Ok problem solved. Good night.

2330 Geez this camp sucks. The ground is so hard I can’t even sleep for more than an hour at a time. Still got mosquitoes biting… sigh. Oh well, at least I killed all the a- OH SHIT EVEN MORE ANTS DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

Back to sleep again.

*picture taken from the Internet. But the ants looked exactly like that.


Through the solo camp night, I wrote a few small things down in a little book. These 4 pages tell the story of my night:

First off, 15 giant ants killed. Good work there, slipper.

As you can see, I slept at roughly 9pm. Due to the climate, mosquitoes, hard ground and so on, I woke up at 10.20, 11.30, 12.10 and 3.30. Each time I woke up, I took one lozenge of Strepsils which was in my toiletry bag (all sweets were confiscated on Day 1 remember? But I kept the Strepsils in the bag because it was medicine ^.^) . Worse part is waking up at (exactly) 4.17 in the bloody morning, to find that it was raining. Raining heavily. It was raining cats, dogs, elephants and cars.

So a few things ran through my mind when I saw the rain:

  • My shoes are outside. Dammit.
  • I can’t go out. It’s raining. Dammit.
  • I saved my Maggi for breakfast. Now I can’t cook it. Dammit.
  • I wasted my time collecting firewook for morning. Dammit.
  • More mosquitoes are coming in. Dammit.
  • I better write down what time this rain started.

From then on, I did absolutely nothing. I couldn’t sleep, the rain was pouring in, it was still dark, and it was at least 3 hours before it was time to leave. Boredom strikes again.

It can’t get any worse right?

Yes it can. Soon the rain started running through the camp. As luck would have had it, my campsite is slantly slightly downwards, so the water will pass through my tent and out the other side. This had 2 effects:

  1. Making the tent a hell lot wetter than it already was.
  2. Making me bloody miserable.

So I spent 2.5 hours in the dark, wet, cramped tent of mine without sleeping, and without breakfast. It felt like this:

Then 7.00 hit at last. It was still raining, so I put on my raincoat, got out, packed up in 15 minutes. So I was left there wondering, what the hell do I do now? Then I remembered, I haven’t seen other people’s camp yet!

So I walked up the trail to visit my friend’s camp. Along the way, we heard some pretty disturbing stuff. It can’t really be described in words, but it involved Han Wei, a rock, underwear, rain, mosquitoes and the nighttime. Fadzli soon came up as well, telling everybody to pack up (hah i’m done you guys are all so SLOW kekekekekekeke) and shooing us back down.

Remember it’s still raining.

By 8 we were all walking back to OB. Many minutes later, we were back! Time to go rela-

No wait, time to clean up. AGAIN.

*fast forward*

Afternoon. Another breifing. Seems like a bunch of orphans are coming to visit us, and we have to provide the entertainment. Group 1 (that’s us!), in charge of kayaking. Group 3 (not us, so they’re insignificant), in charge of land games. They’re arriving soon, go get ready.

They soon arrived. About 30-40 little children in the 2 OB vans arrived. Us Group 1-ians sat around watching them run around the field playing the same “games” we played way back in Day 2. Really, it wasn’t very exciting. I think the best part about those few hours was making fun of my brother’s Hawaii shirt he was wearing. It was ugly, yet pretty at the same time. I mean, it was pretty ugly.

Then we kayaked. One child + one of us in each kayak. There really isn’t anything I can say about this, so I’m skipping over this part.

Awww, they’re leaving. Bye bye *wave* Ok what’s for dinner?

After dinner we learnt some songs. The OB School Song, the OB Spirit song, and Auld Lang Syne.

OB School Song

Oh God bless our native Malaysia,
Oh God bless our native Malaysia,
May she live in peace and prosper,
Brothers, we beseech thee here,
Sisters, we beseech thee here.

Spirit of love, toil and sacrifice,
Spirit of love, toil and sacrifice,
Spirit of love, spirit of love,
Come to us now and bless us.

Who will join us now at Outward Bound,
Who will join us to serve our land,
Work to be more worthy sons of her,
Some now, let us all unite,
Serve and strive, in this noble fight.

Spirit of love, toil and sacrifice,
Spirit of love, toil and sacrifice,
Spirit of love, spirit of love,
Come to us now and bless us.

OB Spirit

I’ve got the OB spirit,
Up in my head, (x3)
I’ve got the OB spirit,
Up in my head, (x2)
Today eh eh.

I’ve got the OB spirit,
Deep in my heart, (x3)
I’ve got the OB spirit,
Deep in my heart, (x2)
Today eh eh.

I’ve got the OB spirit,
Down on my knees, (x3)
I’ve got the OB spirit,
Down on my knees, (x2)
Today eh eh.

I’ve got the OB spirit,
All over me, (x3)
I’ve got the OB spirit,
All over me, (x2)
Today eh eh.

I’ve got the OB spirit,
Up in my head,
Deep in my heart,
Down on my knees.
I’ve got the OB spirit,
All over me, (x2)
Today eh eh.

As for Auld Lang Syne… you already know the lyrics.

That’s about all we did. What else happened today?

  • Tahan watch had the most amazing luck. During their solo camp, a huge group of about 20-30 people stopped right outside their campsite. They brought lots of food and drinks (delicious ones, may I add) and they generally had a good time due to their generosity. An instructor found them though, and there was much scolding.
  • We played Mafia. It’s really fun.
  • We finally start to panic about the next day’s performance.

Ahhhh. To wake up in the morning, and not be packing up as usual. This is the day we really, really get to enjoy ourselves. The plan: a trip to Pangkor, just for fun, no camping involved, where we get to do whatever we want. We were happy :)

They gave us back our money in the morning. We speedboated onto the Motherboats at around 9. Then we were off to Pangkor! The sea ride took about half hour, and we arrived at this little pier just off Pangkor Town. Our motherboats were so short campared to the fishing ships that we literally had to step onto the railings of the ship, then climb onto the pier. I felt short then -.-

Walking out of the pier, you walk out into town. We saw so many shops, stores, restaurants and the like. Oh, we would spend so much time exploring this little town…. but wait, the intructors told us we only have 30 minutes. Do what you want, you have 30 minutes, the you must return to this spot. DAMN IT. So we rushed through town, looking for a good restaurant to satisfy ourselves. But on the way, our little group of 8 people passed by a cybercafe; haha, the look on the faces of the sad, internet-deprived people was so amusing. Even better when they found out that the place was closed.

We stopped at a minimarket for a little while to get sweets (I like sweets), then found a Chinese retaurant. Sadly, my knowledge of Chinese food sucks (shut up), so I ordered whatever sounded good. Now I can’t even remember what I ordered, but… man was it delicious. Not delicious as in delicious, but more like:


No offense to the Outward Bound cooks, whoever they are, but after 9 days of chicken, beef, rice, veg, egg, chicken, rice, egg, beef and more variations of the above, a nice wholesome bowl of (I can’t remember what type) noodles is like eating at Shangrila after a week of drinking mud. Yes it really felt like that. Even though they cooked my my food slow, and I had about 4 minutes to eat a hot, steaming bowl of noodles.

After eating (i.e. gulping down food), I ran back to the meeting point, barely made it in time, and waited for another 5 minutes for everyone else to arrive (I hate it when this happens). We gathered up and left for our next destination. We took a walk along the road. It took about 20 minutes. Along the way I read the newspaper we bought to see what kind of completely crazy nonsense had happened during the last week, and man, was I not disappointed. Somehow, certain people had managed to make yoga into front page news. WTF.

Then we arrived at Fu Lin Kong Temple. The highlight? Ice-cream goreng :) RM2 for a small hot bun full off cold-ish ice cream. Funnily, 2 of us ordered chocolate, but got strawberry ICG instead.

But I digress. The temple is a big nice temple. That’s all I can really say about it. IMHO, what was more interesting was the traders outside it, selling food, drinks and fake, fake, fake stuff. Fake, CHEAP stuff. Also, there was a small pen in the temple with a helpful sign saying, “PECOCK”. The “pecock” was invisible though, since we couldn’t see it :(

Next stop (20 minutes of feet away) is a satay shop. Not too much to say here either, except that I hate fish satay and that I am the proud owner of a RM3.50 slingshot (please don’t ask). Also, some people are jerks and like playing with my RM50 note. I hate you :(

Well, that’s all done, so we head to the nearby dock, and leave on a ferry back to OB. Once we get back, I stay in Coco Square to eat lunch and chit-chat for a while… then suddenly we all panic when we realize that we still need to practice for our performance tonight! OH NOES!!!!!!

Problem: we have no idea what we’re going to do!?
Solution: Moi wrote down a choral speaking script during solo camp. We’re doing that.

Problem: we have one book with 4 pages of script, and we need to copy that out to 14 people.
Solution: here’s some pen and paper. Write it down gogogo.

Problem: jeez this is taking too long!
Solution: ok. Let’s get Fazlina (assistant instructor if you don’t remember) to photostat this for us! After all, they have a copy machine in the “balai polis”…

Problem: oh damn they won’t let us?
Solution: *beg*

Problem: alright! Now we have 12 copies, how are we going to memorize this script?

Problem: hey this script is too hard to memorize!

Problem: i’m tired.
Solution: NO

From 5-6pm we practised. Then we imagined that we were decent and wouldn’t embarass ourselves during the performance and went off to prepare for the BBQ night.

During that time, we also got our OB photo:

Nice, no?

One nice shirt later, we went behind the hall to start cooking. Us Ulu Sepatians were in charge of cooking barbecuing the chicken and sausages… all ~300-400 of them. That is a lot of barbecuing…

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you’ll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart’s on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

<–Artist: The Platters–> <–Song: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes–>

BBQ time arrives! Parents start pouring in… and suddenly I see my parents! They made a 4 hour trip from KL to Lumut to watch their 2 sons perform :) My sister couldn’t; she was sick with fever that night.

So the BBQ speeches started… funnily enough, if you look at the top row, 3rd flag pole, red shirt, you see a very familiar person… yes, he emcee’d the ceremony. So fitting. There were several speeches, followed by speeches. Dinner was served, and let me tell you, BBQ cooked by your own hands tastes good :). Then the performances started.

Oh the performances. Some did so well, given the amount of time they had to practice. Some tried, but sucked. And some were just plain horrible. My performance was the latter. ‘Nuff said.

Then, miraculously it was over and we sang the school song and OB spirit and Auld Lang Syne… then it was all over. The parents slowly dispersed, and the students… well we had to clean up. Any pictures I took of OB was taken this night and next morning since my parents brought the camera to OB.

Midnight approached. We went back to the dorms.

DAY 10

Midnight arrived. Us at the dorm didn’t care. We played Cho Dai Di (cantonese is hard to romanize!!!) til’ like one thirty in the morning. And those on the upper bunk beds (like me) could see out the windows. Lots of things happened during these twilight hours…

A few girls from the girls dorm below came to our room, took a few boys and sat at the balcony porch for like an hour, talking and talking away. Plus people from other dorms were just loitering about outside the dorms playing cards and whatnot… when suddenly at about 1 the CA (course assistants, young people who have volunteered to assist in OB) started going around checking the dorms. Whoosh immediate panic… some people got caught and scolded, others got away safely. But the worse were the few girls still in out dorm… the CA’s were in the path to their dorm xD They literally hid in the toilet, lights-off. *snigger*

I fell asleep then, but later at about 2 or so a few people played inverse strip poker and other games (?). What a rowdy night :)

Morning arrived for the final time.

I wake up…and wow, it hits you quite hard. No more camping, no more of your new friends, no more Ulu Sepat. Sighhh. I pack up my huge bag, go bump-bump-bump all the way down, and eat breakfast…

Closing ceremony begins. We all share group hugs, exchange signatures, phone numbers, etc. We take more photos (I take everyone’s) then… well it’s over :( First the two bug buses arrive and the Singaporean girls leave first… much waving ensues. Then our cars start arriving. I spent the last half-hour on Coco Beach with the few remaining friends left. Finally, my car arrives…

A few more goodbyes, and then I bid adieu to Outward Bound Lumut.

The End.

3 thoughts on “Outward Bound Experience”

  1. a good write up though. i attended it in 1975 and the experiences we went through was much tougher and challenging. it was a 3- week course and was compulsory for socfin staff to attend. gosh! 30 miles walk across the hills and swamps with a compass and map and some food stuff, torch lights… starting off at 5am and made it back to the base when the sun was going down. Camped 1 day overnight all by yourself with team mates at an unknown part of the island individually separately, lights off at 10 and many more activities………………..

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