My old friend and former MCKK classmate Zaharan writes his blog, Protocosmic Interface (I'm still trying to fathom what this means) from Kota Kinabalu. A bit of an eccentric ex-academic, I believe he is now more into voyages of self discovery, solo biking and trekking in tropical jungles, climbing mountains and kayaking in river rapids and such after his retirement from the world of academia. But like me, he is also not really interested in politics although he counts amongst his former students blogger Ahirudin Attan of Rocky's Bru, now being sued for defamation by the New Straits Times.
Zaharan was also the one who had advocated standing on one's head as a panacea to a host of ills (see my earlier blog on this) some time ago when I was having a bad case of the flu. This had forced me, like him, to break into verse, albeit in an unconventional Nogori patois. I must confess though that a clogged nose and a splitting headache can really play havoc with one's literary ambitions.
He once also tried to convince me to join him on a trek up the Himalayas, in particular to Kali Pattar at the Everest Base Camp. I had wisely begged off, I think, giving the excuse that my 'sea legs' were more meant for pacing the decks of ships and certainly not for climbing mountains! But I would not have minded tagging along if only to help keep the campfires burning, snugly ensconced in the warm tents while he and the other nuts go climb the mountain, perhaps with a few lady Sherpas to keep me company ... to which he promptly pointed out that Kali Pattar was indeed the name of the patron Goddess of the lady Sherpas!
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