Our Real Life Horror Movie Experience

Imagine a secluded ‘Cabin in the Woods’. Imagine a ‘Cabin by the Lake’ with a serial killer waiting to kill anyone who dares stay there like the ‘Friday the 13th’ movies. Or maybe there’re evil spirits like ‘the Evil Dead’ or ‘Mama’. Imagine a rundown road in the hills, with no one in sight, and maybe, silent eyes watching your every move like ‘The Hills Have Eyes’. That’s what we found ourselves in, on a day out in rural Armenia. I’m letting the photos speak for itself… (Yup, continuing on Armenia, since there’s no way we’re going anywhere for a holiday this summer, seeing that school will restart in less than 2 weeks!!!)


This was where Google Maps took us to in our search for the ‘hotel’ we booked for our excursion to Noravank… Are you sure this is the right place???




The quiet lake at Park Khoren… Creepy


Decrepit equipment rusting in the wind, like a scenario after a nuclear holocaust…

Whew, we met a boy. He gave us the keys to our cabin by the lake. Showed us where we could take a bath. No, it’s not in, or even near, the cabin. It’s a couple of hundred metres away from our cabin, a little cubicle of a building all by itself. Showed us a kitchen where we could cook, again not in the cabin, but in a house near the cabin. And the scariest thing is that there're no other residents for the night...


Here’s our cabin by the lake, Park Khoren, near Noravank, Armenia

We survived the night! Despite sleeping in an un-air-conditioned cabin with only ONE stand / swivel fan, in the middle of the room, for 3 beds placed on 3 corners of the room. In the middle of a friggin heat wave in summer. (If only swivel fans could turn 360 friggin degrees. We eventually squeezed ourselves onto 2 beds so that we could get half a fan, at a time). We only have ourselves to blame. We thought it’d be a nice countryside, heat wave or no, with a fan, how hot could it get? We friggin didn’t find out what sort of fan it was!


The kids after the holocaust. Oh-oh, there comes the bogeyman (behind)! RUN!


The bogeyman turns out to just be a nice old man who’s the housekeeper of the place, who doesn’t speak a word of English. With Jayden

He picked fruits for us. Huh, you mean we can pick them ourselves? The whole place is filled with fruit trees!


Justin & some apples


Jayden with peaches


That’s the road out. But this was just the start of our day-long ordeal we would soon find out.


First, we couldn’t get the friggin car started… We thought maybe we left the lights on or something like that the night before (but we didn’t see any lights on?!?). What the heck! It’s a friggin manual car (that’s the beauty of manual cars). We’ll just push start it. There! Started!

Second, just before we left the place, after taking some photos (with fruit trees above), Jayden fell into the lake! Justin, where’s your brother??? Luckily I realized quick enough, ran down the steps and yanked Jayden out of the lake by his hand!


That’s where Jayden fell in

Third, we tried to open our travelling bag which had a number lock, to get some dry clothes for Jayden to change. Try as we did, the combination which I remembered didn’t friggin work!! WTF. Tried different combinations, didn’t work too. Finally prised it open with a plier, broke the stupid lock! There goes our brand new bag!

Fourth, we realized only after we left the place, that due to all the problems we faced, I forgot to return the friggin KEYS of the cabin to the old man, which led to a wild goose’s chase… And that’s a story for the next post. To be continued…

The Abode of Peace (Continued)

Before I start, here’s a small wish and prayer for the people of Beirut over the devastating explosion that happened 2 days back that killed more than a hundred people and injured thousands… It was a shock seeing the force of the explosion on video. I hope there’re no more casualties and that the city recovers quickly.

Back to the blog, 4 peaceful days of holiday for Eid with nowhere to go, followed by a hectic few days of work to make up for the lost days (yup, nothing comes free).

Might as well post the remainder of the photos of Brunei, of our one day stopover. (Since that’s the easiest thing to do, coz I gotta focus on work pronto).


Royal Regalia Museum, Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei

Brunei, or Negara Brunei Darussalam (Country of Brunei Abode of Peace) is a place I’ve known about since I was a small kid. One of my paternal uncles used to work there. He had an accident and fell from the third story of a building which left him semi-paralysed. That was when I was a wee toddler in the early 70’s. My dad and granny flew to Brunei to tend to him. They brought him back to our home in Ipoh, and slowly nursed him back to recovery, to the best that he could. I remember it took years, but eventually he could walk (with a limp) and work (he trained to write with his left hand which was in a better condition than his right). Since then, he has very much been a part of our family’s daily lives (that was until we left Ipoh). He’s still in Ipoh. God bless him.

But I’ve never visited Brunei (nor any of the other East Malaysian states) till last year. Bandar Seri Begawan (BSB) doesn’t feel anything like a capital city of a country. Especially an oil producing city sultanate. (And I’ve visited many e.g. Bahrain, Qatar, Kuwait). No skyscrapers, no rush of people, hardly any traffic. Heck, it’s just like a small provincial town in Malaysia. Everything feels Malaysian, language, food, everything… Except for alcohol (it’s an Islamic Sharia state). And traffic jams (it’s so quiet, you can’t even get a friggin taxi when you want to).

As for alcohol, it is BANNED. For sale. Yes, such a place exists in South East Asia. Yes, it’s more extreme than the Holy Emirate of Sharjah! (Suddenly feeling wonderful to be in the UAE). No, the 5-star hotels don’t (can’t) sell it. No, there’re no duty-free (liquor) shops in Brunei’s International Airport. No, Royal Brunei Airlines doesn’t serve alcohol, not even on international flights, to ‘hedonistic’ locations like err… the rest of the world. You can bring it in (if you’re non-Muslim) from outside the country. Miri (just across the border in Sarawak, Malaysia) must be making a fortune selling the poor Bruneians liquor, wine and beer! No wonder it’s the Abode of Peace… No drunken uncles and aunties talking nonsense!

Another thing which ‘contributes’ to the ‘peace’ of Brunei, is the banning of homosexuals and transvestites. Just imagine how disturbed you’d be if you found out that the beautiful girl you were interested in, were a man! Just imagine how disturbed a man would be, if another man came up to him and said ‘let’s spend the night together’! Yecch, cringe! Brunei therefore created a law that would stone homosexual men. To death! (I’m not making this up, it’s in the news, OK?) Anyway, after an international backlash, the Sultan proclaimed that there would be no enforcement of that death penalty! (Why not just remove it altogether then?) But the ‘deed’ is done. No homosexuals would visit Brunei now, making it even more peaceful and quieter than it already is. Doesn’t affect us one way or another. We were there just on a one day stop. It’s still a nice and tranquil place to visit, free from the hustle and bustle of other capital cities!

OK, see ya, when we see ya! Meanwhile, have peace and enjoy the photos!




Inside the Royal Regalia Museum, Brunei. (And here’s a link to a photo of the kids in the Royal Regalia Museum)


Parade field of some sort I guess… Google Maps names it as Taman Haji Sir Muda Omar Ali Saifuddien (can’t you get an easier name??) – You can see a portrait of the current Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah on the far side of the field…

More photos of the peaceful mosques…


Anu at the Hassanil Bolkiah Mosque (Masjid Jame Asr Hassanil Bolkiah)


Decorative boat-shaped platform at the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque


Family pic, Brunei Frame – with the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque as the backdrop


And here’s the largest friggin water village in the world (that’s what some claim), Kampong Ayer, the heart of Brunei, since the middle ages… (never imagined a shanty kampong on stilts would spawn a kingdom that would last for centuries, huh?) By the way, this humble kampong has the honour of being the first bearer of the nickname ‘Venice of the East’ (before hordes of other cities adopted that title). It was coined by some Italian explorer in the 16th century! (OK, I took this from theculturetrip.com …ahem)




Kampong Ayer, Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei


The kids by the Brunei River (Sungai Brunei), with a water taxi and Kampong Ayer behind


Ciao folks! Yours truly at a monument on the BSB water front called the …let’s see, Mercu Dirgahayu 60, built to commemorate the 60th birthday of the current Sultan (that’s how you write 60 in Arabic... ٦٠)

Borneo's Little Kingdom

Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque, Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam

Yippee, it’s the Eid holidays again! Eid Mubarak! Selamat Hari Raya Haji!

Not that there’s much of a celebration with the COVID situation everywhere at the moment.

Anyway, here’s a short picture post for Eid. Leaving pictures of our one day transit in the little kingdom of Brunei last year.

This happens to be the first time we (including yours truly) stepped foot on the island of Borneo. Yup, despite yours truly being Malaysian by birth and spending most of his lifetime in Malaysia, and considering that more than half of Malaysia’s land mass is actually in the island of Borneo! The closest I was to visiting East Malaysia (the Borneo part of Malaysia) was in 2005. Was planning to visit the Mulu Caves in Sarawak. Then had a change in mind, thanks to Dad who wisely advised at that time that dear old grandma was getting old, and would not have many years left to be able to travel. She wouldn’t be able to do Sarawak. We switched to Bangkok instead, where we had family, and did a family trip. I never regretted that decision as Granny never travelled after that, and passed away a few years later (2010).

Brunei wasn’t always little. It used to control the entire friggin island of Borneo (the coastal parts anyway), and beyond (parts of Sulu and the Philippines). A long, long time ago. Heck, maybe even the name ‘Borneo’ comes from Brunei, who knows?

Brunei now however, is a small country, with hardly half a million population. Its capital, Bandar Seri Begawan feels more like a sleepy Malaysian provincial town, than the capital city of a country. It’s so quiet and peaceful (no wonder they call it the Abode of Peace i.e. Darussalam) that you’ll not find a friggin taxi to bring you back to the airport for your flight out of Brunei. (We eventually found a tourist tuk-tuk operator at the park next to the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque to call a car to pick us to the airport using Brunei’s equivalent of Uber / Grab… I forgot the name of the App. Let’s see, …it’s Dart! Google it, and download before you get to Brunei if you intend to travel by cab).

Here’re more mosque pictures for the Eid, before I sign off. Enjoy! May you have a blessed and peaceful Eid! With masks and social distancing… (What a let-down, but it’s gotta be done to keep everyone safe).




The serene-looking Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque




Comes complete with a Royal Barge! Nah, it doesn’t sail, it’s concrete!




Hassanil Bolkiah Mosque (Masjid Jamek Asr Hassanil Bolkiah), Brunei


Gate of the Hassanil Bolkiah Mosque


Jayden at the park beside the Brunei River. Across the river, you can see Kampong Ayer (literally Water Village in Malay, how ‘imaginative’ can you get?), the largest water village in the world (or so some claimed)


Brunei River, with water taxis to Kampong Ayer, Brunei – That shanty village on stilts on the far side of the river (left) was the heart of the Bruneian Empire from the time of the Age of Exploration! And it’s still very much alive today!


Yayasan Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah (a mall), with the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque behind


Eid Mubarak! Selamat Hari Raya! Time to go. Enjoy your holidays – The kids at Yayasan Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah, Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei – Aug 2019

What Lies in the Red Hills…

View of the red hills of the gorge surrounding the Noravank Monastery, Armenia

Continuing on our adventures in Armenia, after a couple of nights staying in the capital, Yerevan, we headed out into the hills. Our mission – more mysterious monasteries. Yup, Armenia (and to a large extent, Georgia) is all about ancient monasteries and the countryside. Many tourists from our part of the world (i.e. the UAE) visit for the snow, but we visited at the peak of summer, during a heat wave with 40C temperatures all around. How likely do you think we’d be of seeing snow?!?

Our first stop south of Yerevan, was Khor Virap (which I’ve written about in an earlier post). Next off, 80+ km further to the south, is a remote monastery surrounded by quiet brick-red hills. Here’s our adventure of finding the Noravank Monastery!


We passed by the junction to Areni Village, which is famous for… wine! (What else, when the sign itself is a wine barrel?!) The signs sez Areni in Armenian (By the way, Armenia is one of the oldest wine producing regions in the world!)


Areni Village, from the main road. See that single church on the plateau, dwarfed by the towering cliffs? That’s a sign of things to come…


Is this the turn off to Noravank? Yes it is, the road between the towering hills


Here we go, into the gorge. "I spot with my little eye, something starting with ‘C’". There up ahead, churches up on the left


Noravank amidst the hills


Noravank Monastery, Armenia


Surb Astvatsatsin Church, Noravank


“Wow, this is fun!” “HEY COME DOWN JUSTIN, IT’S DANGEROUS! YOUR BROTHER WILL FOLLOW” (Sir, do you mind, this is a church…)


Yup, that’s the staircase. Stone slabs sticking out of the wall. That’s what you do, when you friggin forget to include staircases to go up to the second level in your design… “Shite! No place for stairs… Ummm…. Let’s just stick it on the walls and make it look as nice as it can. …There!” (I remember one place which had these amplified many times …the immense Chaturbhuj temple in Orchha, India. It had stone slabs sticking out as access to its towering dome. And these are unconnected, with some broken… No, never even thought of trying!)


There’s a hole! No, not going there! (Went halfway down, just for a photo. If I went down, what d’ya think the kids would do?!?)


Surb Karapet Church at Noravank


A priest arrives


A service in progress at the Surb Karapet Church. Armenians are a pious lot. Even in this remote place, there’re people attending services


Let’s go, before it gets dark!

Temple of a Forgotten God

No, this isn’t the Acropolis, and it ain’t Greece. It’s the Garni Temple in Armenia. It’s the only Greco-Roman colonnaded structure in the former Soviet Union.

While we bake in the UAE’s hot summer sun, trapped by COVID-19 and can’t go anywhere for a holiday, I will continue to write stories of our adventures of a time when travelling was OK. When will these times come back??? Sigh! What a waste of a summer…

Continuing on our adventures in Armenia, what’s a visit to Geghard without visiting Garni?

Garni lies on the road to Geghard. The Garni Temple was thought to have been built for the Sun God, before Christian times (meaning a helluva long time ago, …like 2000 years!). Garni is only 10km away from Geghard, but they couldn’t be more different. While Geghard is tucked into the sides of mountains, secluded, with dark and dank chamber-caves going into the hills, Garni is right out there in the open, on top of a rocky promontory jutting out into a gorge, with no trees or shade covering it. It actually collapsed in an earthquake in the 17th century, but it was re-erected using the same stones (like a jigsaw puzzle) sometime in the 1970’s. Here’re the photos.


Temple of Garni, Armenia




The Garni temple is on a promontory surrounded by a gorge – views of the gorge abound




At the Garni Temple …no, there’s nothing inside (what a let-down, huh?)




More views of Garni Gorge, from the Garni Temple


And here (one of the restaurants beside Garni Temple) is where we had an Armenian lunch before we proceeded to the Geghard Monastery (yup, we actually visited Garni before Geghard…) The lady serving us was programmed to speak only one word, ‘mm-hmmm.’ “Will it be fast?” “Mm-hmmm.” (It wasn’t fast). “How big is the portion?” “Mm-hmmm.” “Does it come with bread?” “Mm-hmmm.” Heck, she’s like Groot (from the Guardians of the Galaxy). We switched to sign language

That’s it. Short picture post done.