So I went to PD for some sun with Mo and Kim. For those who don't live in Malaysia, PD is short for Port Dickson. It sucks but it's the closest place for some sun. Kim was driving, we had beers, we had KFC it was gonna be splendid!

The ride there was quick.

We took about another hour or so looking for a nice spot.

We finally found a nice enough strip when...

... The car got stuck in the sand.

Seriously, I have proof.

After much mucking about and being all macho and stuff (because I am woman hear me roar), and by that time I had decided it was interesting, Mo was annoyed and Kim was in between peaked interest and panicky, we gave up and Mo went to look for some help.

First, 2 malay guys came to help. They couldn't help.

Then a tonne of Indian trucker fellers came to help, for a fee o'course.

At that point we didn't care anymore and the two Malay guys ran away never to be heard from again. *throws hands in the air in exasperation and says 'Typical!'*

Truckers to the rescue!!!

First there were three. Then a fourth on a bike... then one Malay dude plus one more Indian feller came along in an ice-cream truck.

*you may laugh at the ice-cream truck bit here 'cos it's true*

They tried lifting and pushing the car. They put rocks under the tire. They put the car under Neutral and pushed somemore. They then decided to press the gas and the wheel turned and burned from the friction between it and the rock under it. Singed tires and death to the suspension.

WIN!

After much ado... but still no budging, the truckers brought a mid-sized truck down plus another 2 guys.

Yay???

Nay... after moving around for the correct position to pull-helpless-car-out-of-sand... Guess what?

Mid-sized-truck got stuck too...

Observe the photo.

That's what happened when the truck driver gassed it so that the truck would budge.

Bad move...

It made the tire dig deeper and faster than a horny bunny in spring.

So we all muck about in a frenzy of omigods and omigods.

One dude called his friend whom we assumed was a tow-truck.

We were sadly mistaken.

A few minutes more of omigods and omigods, a BIGGER truck came plus two more fellers.

I was scared.

Not for me but for the truck.

Yes. It was a big truck.

I must say, though, that the truck driver was DAAAAAMN PRO.

He maneuvered between three trees and got the mid-sized truck and the car out of deep doo-doo.

IF, I say IF the bigger truck would've gotten stuck I would have laughed a brick and then cried.

Because...

1. We would have ended up in a three leaved clover formation, everyone at angles of 120 degrees to each other.

2. Nobody, nothing, save a forklift or an EVEN BIGGER TRUCK... which would prove to be disastrous... could save us.

3. It was just pure irony. I have decided to hate irony.

We were saved! If it happened at night I think it would've sucked more cock.

AND it would seem like the beginning of very cliche horror movie.

Blood and Guts galore!

Throughout the whole ordeal, I was shouting obsceneties to the sky as is my M.O.

WIK,

Ice-cream truck guys gave us free ice-cream... heheeheheh...

We left after 2 hours bumming around in the sand because it was boring, I was getting eaten by bloodsuckers, Kim was being Puteri Lilin having a nap and Mo was getting restless.

PD sucks, I wished I lived closer to Tenggol Island for the sun, sand and snorkelling.

But I got a tan so that was good.

Yes, my life lacks travelling adventures but when it comes. It's a movie moment.