Read and heard from somewhere that there is a local legend( Chinese Tar Zan)hiding out in Banding…As usual i need to find out whether it is true or not…Will be good if it is true..So it wont be so lonely for me( as you all know I AM LEGEND myself…) Managed to conned KC aka SENGET and another non angler ,Roland Foo to drive us there…Reached the Banding jetty at round 7am.. Tar Zan is no where to be seen…Told everyone to be on a look out.. watching for crashing of the tree top(Tar Zan swinging from vines) and also straining our ears for his signature cries…ORE_EEE–ORE!!!Right on the cue the tree top started shaking violently and a familiar scream ORE_EEEE_OREEEE and follow by a sickly sounding crash!! False alarm..that was GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE sheeeshh…A low rumbling sound of an outboard motor fills the early morning air As it gets nearer i glimpse a very tanned ,long haired guy manning the boat…Lo and behold, its Tar Zan in the flesh, complete with a 300 dollars sun glass .
It was a tense moment as we sized up each other(Legend to legend)
Without a word being said I hopped into the 18 footer fiberglass boat.
For those common folks ,we legend do not talk much. We knew at once that BANDING is much smaller than our EGOs…Better give each other space or else there will be an epic battle of EGOs and this will totally destroy Banding…
An hour and a half latter we reach his tree top dwelling(Bcos of the high water it appear to be floating on water)
We docked.and i was taken back by the cosy interior..Fridge,Astro,chest freezer24 hrs generator running,hot water,fully equip kitchen ,purified drinking water, ceiling fans and comfortable matresses with clean pillow case and blanket…
Tar Zan showed me the place where he met JANE
BTW this is not JANE..Its KC aka senget
Tar Zan hunting for crocs..but instead met hippo…(Sorry Roland..heheheheh)
Me with a couple of smallish sebaraus
Suddenly we heard the trumpeting of elephants,immediately we forgot about the crocs and arm with only 2 pen knives a a butter knife we charged at the source of the commotion…After 15 minutes of stare down with 20 elephants,They (elephants) back down and with tails between their legs they quietly slip back into the dense jungle.Tar Zan and I slowly turn and face each other ,without a word being said we understood each other.INDEED BANDING IS A WEE BIT TOO SMALL FOR US!!.
A victory swim and we call it a day…
After spending 4 glorious night under the stars..it time to head back to civilization.ADIOS TAR ZAN…ORE–EEE–ORE–Tar Zan boh cheng khorrrrrrrr!!!
Amateurs built the ARK.
Professionals built the TITANIC..
