Well come friday morning, i woke up only to see that the time was already 6:45. Fuck... only 15 mins to take a bath, pack my stuff and above all shave my 10 day old beard (which BTW alone takes me 20-25 mins). Chucked shaving given that underneath the beard there is no tom cruise.... had a bath and just as i was abt to finish packing my stuff the phone rings. It's moorthy, calling to say that the van is delayed and i can take my own sweet time to come. As they say "Kat Gaya"
Slept a little after that and then went to Moorthy's house to meet the rest of the gang. Total 10 guys including moorthy and family(with a kid), a gujju couple (yet to celebrate there 1st anniversary i guess), lakshmi&lakshmi(each trying to talk less than the other), tvs(camera guy), sarfaraz(office wala) and me.
Easied our way into Malaysia, and i must say i was impressed with the country. Excellent roads, good infrastructure and massive open spaces with palm trees... which reminded me of kerela. A welcome change from the artificial Singapore. Well after abut 4hrs of ride, we reached Port Dickson, our first pit stop. The resort looked old, however the rooms were spacious, nice and clean. The best part was that we were expecting a man made beach there, but what we found was this
.A beautiful beach and a room that had the best view i have ever seen.
That nite we had our dinner at a local road side stall (veg fried rice). As i was a tired i decided to go to sleep early. That's when it hit me, bag having the passport was not with me. Last i remenber was keeping the bag in the van. Fuck.. i just hoped it was still there.... Ran down, asked tvs to call the driver. He was in johor by that time, but thankfully the bag was still in the van and he was comming to KL the next day, so we could take it from him then. zzzzz... after that
Next day was qualifying, so from port dickson we directly went to Sepang. It was hot and humid, but my first F1 experience was worth it. People were everywhere, there was however excellent bus service to take u to different parts of the circuit. We sat on the hill stand near intermidiate 2. Ferrari at pole and i went home happy.
From Sepang we went to KL the 2nd pit stop of out journey. We were supposed to stay at a service apartment, but the fucking guys there had given our rooms to some gora firaang. There only excuse was faulty internet booking... whatever. I don't get this, but everywhere i go, i see people bending over backwards to please them, from cute chinkis trying to seduce these goras in to marriage, to places like sucasa where they think that it's ok to give ur rooms to goras. Asses..
Well, in the end we did manage to get our rooms that too beacuse 2 guests had to leave earlier than expected. After all this i was tired and dozed off as soon as i hit the bed.
Next day was Race Day. Departed at 11:30 for the 3:00 pm start. Got stuck in the traffic for abt 1hr but still made it to the race by 2:15. Absolutely amazing atmosphere with ferrari fans being the most vocal. The race starts and as we go into the first corner, alonso is first and massa and hamilton are battling it out behind him. I can say for sure that at point the noise was more than u could hear in an Indian cricket stadium when sachin comes to bat. Amazing..
Moorthy and gujju however, had the last laugh as mclarens finished 1-2 with ferrari coming 3rd. After the race there was a small stop at KL airport to drop a frnd going to India. After that all tired and hungry we headed home to Singapore via johor bahru. Reached home at 2:00 am, uploaded some pics, chatted with some guys, and slept at 3:00. Phew.... quite a weekend that was
P.S I got my passport (BTW even sarfarz's passport was in the bag, so i would not have been alone behind bars) not in KL, but in Johor, where we met the driver near the immigration building.
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