Death Becomes Him

I fear death. Because I am not ready. During the trip, I encountered, for the very first time, panic. We were instructed to swim across a river near Cegar Anjing Hide. Simple enough. The water looked calm. The distance within reach.

What I refused to believe was the underlying currents. Looks can be deceiving. Close to reaching the other side, I had cramps. Probably due to the cold water. I was, after all, fighting the currents which was pushing me southwards. Or it could be the fatigue of having covered 8 kilometres of walking -- to Gua Telinga and back. Upon sensing the cramps, I tried to feel for the river bed. I could not. I did what I was not supposed to. I panicked. I shouted for help. Jerard jumped into the water to save me.

I could have returned as a corpse. It's a scary thought.