We strolled along the street to see several shops selling souveniers such as miniatures, crystals and clothes. Soon, the time had come for us to move on to next destination;Penang Hill. While waiting at a bus stop, my imagination ran wild as always. I felt like, it was a scene taken from a movie of which 3 multiracial people with common interests enjoying each other’s company visiting places. The stars were Christy, known as ‘the brain’, a poised and cultured lady, Second, Jen, known as ‘the charmer’, a bubbly person that illuminated the world with life and third, me, known as ‘the dangerous mind’ a quiet person with lots of surprises. I called it "the league of extraordinary people". On second thought, we changed the plan to go by taxi instead since it took forever for the bus to arrive. The moment we walked towards the taxi booth suddenly, a glaring red coloured bus that supposed to take us to Penang Hill ignorantly passed us by. Sigh! A 30 minutes taxi ride was another fun experience for me. I thought the “pakcik” driver was a typical late adult man who disinterested in talking much while driving. To my surprise, he turned out to be seriously talkative. However, he conversed in a language that I was not able to decipher. Thus, Christy, the brain, became our interlocutor for the whole conversation ranging from politics to social science. Jen, the charmer, was asleep along the way and I, the dangerous mind, patiently sat next to the driver and was as curious as a cat to the conversation. We arrived at the train station at a right time. Here came another interesting point. Christy asked an officer at the ticket counter if there was another mean of going down the Penang hill other than the train and the officer deliberately replied, “Yes, you can walk all the way down”. I was almost jumped out of my skin. It was a very interesting speech event. I should have recorded it and studied some underlying rules governing that discourse. I understood walking down was the most logical answer that he could offer us but knowing the fact that walking downhill from 700 meters up with inappropriate gear and lacked of readiness, it didn’t sound like a good idea. Next, it was time for a historical cruise up the hill. There were limited seats in the ages-old train. I almost got a space to sit but since Christy insisted to stand, I could not afford to sit down degrading myself (this has something to do with value system). Thus, I thought it was the right decision to stand. It felt more authentic and spontaneous by the way. How I wish the officer who controlled the train would greet us trough the intercom (if there was any)and told us current cruising speed of the train because it terribly moved at a walking pace. Perhaps, the officer at the ticket counter was right. Not only it was possible to go downhill by walking but going upwards could also be done by walking. Why? It would be much faster! I could imagine myself getting down from the train and cynically told Jen and Christy that I would meet them in the next station. All I could see were some fake dinosaurs and durian trees. I started to look for an interesting point of this train riding experience. Perhaps, sometimes going slow was pertinent to enjoy life more. We should take momentous stop in this fast pacing world to look at flowers to bloom and the sun to shine. To be continued….