Whenever you drive by Kampung Ayer in Brunei, there will be at least one speed boat on the water, with passengers travelling between the village and Bandar Seri Begawan.
It is quite exciting to see those boats from the safety of dry land.
Because as much as I enjoy the rides I had more than 10 years ago – when I was younger, more adventurous back in the days when untamed flyaway hair looks so utterly sexy – I doubt I will willingly go on another ride.
At least not on boats without any roof (UV rays, people).
And definitely not speed boats because the old-lady in me will be holding on the sides for dear life. Gone are the days of standing with arms outstretched to feel the breeze ala Winslet – not to mention that the diCaprio in my life will just be pulling me back down none too gently and tell me to behave.
Besides I hair-sprayed my hair for a reason and no flyaway whatsoever is tolerated.
So now, the only time I will ever get the rush of a speed boat – in motion – will probably be if I am on some roadside and a car or truck with a boat hooked up via one of those boat or trailer hitches passes by.
Yes, how very gripping.
