By The Sea – Port Dickson

Posted: July 6, 2009 in Sights
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Was invited to attend a so called ‘working retreat’ at Port Dickson (PD) , packed my working stuff, – was supposed to work up to 10 pm –  just in case they allow us  some leisure time i  also packed some  leisure stuff ( jogging shoes, swimming stuff, hat, Japanese slippers.. )

Was excited about the trip … although having to drive there on my own caused a bit of anxiety due to my ‘extremely good’ sense of direction, if I were a leatherback turtle, I bet I would be swimming in circles and maybe end up at the artic ..if I were a homing pigeon, they would probably tagged  me as the ‘non-coming’ type lah..if i were a might not receive any letters ( or bills..which can be a good thing, horr?)

Thought I would just checked out how PD got it’s name , extracted from here : Port Dickson was believed to be discovered by Sir Frederick Dickson, a British official who was looking for a suitable port during the colonial period in the 1880s’. The port was needed to facilitate the transportation of tin ore from the mines of Sungai Ujong, a nearby area, to Klang, instead of using the traditional rough road that was long and windy.

Port Dickson at that time was only a small Malay village called ‘Arang’, as the villagers made a living from making coal. Over time, it came to be known as Port Dickson. Still, another source says that the official in charge of the Port Dickson district was named ‘Dickson’, which was then how the place came to be named.

The drive was pretty good (meaning I didn’t get lost), follow the north south expressway from Sungai Besi toll , took  the PD exit – and follow the signboards to Teluk Kemang. From KL it took me about 1 ½ hours to reach the hotel – Thistle (ex Guomon)

This was what my room looked like..hmm..nice and comfy.. I have a little balcony too..


I was a bit paranoid handling these glass/ceramic jars, what if I break them ?

bath gel

NB: it cost RM57 for a full day use of the internet- which i was not willing to pay, and there were no free wi-fi provided at the common areas…so, I get to live without e-mails ..yippeee ? OOops ?

The slave drivers  let us have a break before dinner, I quickly got back to my room, changed into shorts and slippers and headed to the beach.The beach was just a short walk from the pool..

The pool area..hmm… nice…


The pool chairs

deck chairs

Kayaks for rent ..


The beach

beach dawn

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying 
There were no birds to fly. Lewis Carroll


Broken by great waves,
the wavelets flung it here,
this sea-gliding creature,
this strange creature like a weed….  Hilda Doolittle

drift wood

All dripping in tangles green, Cast up by a lonely sea – Herman Melville


The sea has neither meaning nor pity- Pavlovich Chekhov


The sea cries with its meaningless voice,  Treating alike its dead and its living, Ted Hughes


For she walks above earth,
along the sea-coast,
and across the salt trail
of the sea-drift. Hilda Doolittle


I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, John Masefield


The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell
emerges strange and lovely. D.H. Lawrence


The ocean’s surfy, slow, deep, mellow voice, full of mystery and awe, moaning over the dead it holds in its bosom, or lulling them to unbroken slumbers in the chambers of its vasty depths. Thomas Chandler Haliburton   


well, apart from pretty things from the sea…corals, seashells, a dead crab or two, seaweeds….i found these too



Please keep our beaches clean !!


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