In the late 70’s, I was posted to teach in a school in Kanowit. I stayed in a small rented room above one of the shops with nothing else other than a bed and a writing table…and a small table fan. I was literally living out of a suitcase and no, I did not have a tv.
Those were the days of black and white tv and being musically-inclined, there was a weekly programme that I particularly liked at around 5.30 p.m. on Sundays, Ready To Roll, a top hits chart show from New Zealand, if I am not wrong, and I do recall that this song, the cover by some girly singer, was Number 1 for a few weeks.
In order that I could watch the show, I had to go to a coffee shop in that little town to join many others there and because this song was not the favourite of everybody else except me and it was very long, they would all moan and groan and declare that when the song came on, it would be a good time to go to the washroom.
Anyway, the title of the song that I have used for this post makes me think of what we had to go through week after week after week picking my girl from her school in the jungle and bringing her home on Fridays and sending her back on Sundays and to say that driving on the still-under-construction Pan-Borneo Highway, otherwise known as the Pain-Borneo Hellway, was a nightmare would be an understatement. Well, the good news is, as the song goes, it doesn’t matter anymore!
The official letter was released on Tuesday, 11th June, 2019 and my girl was supposed to report in her new school on that day itself. However, it so happened that even though a copy of the letter had arrived at the office in Selangau, there was nobody dropping by that day to collect the mail so she could not leave her station just yet.
That was why on Wednesday, 12th June, 2019, my missus and I made our way to the school, stopping by the office along the way to get the official copy of the letter, duly endorsed by the officer…and before school was dismissed that very day, there was a special assembly to bid farewell to their teacher and she would be walking along that wooden bridge from her quarters…
…to the car one last time after over 6 years since the day she reported for duty in March 2013.
I did notice when we sent her back to her school on Monday, after the two-week mid-year break, that the road had greatly improved…
…unlike the horrendous conditions in the first half of the year and it was getting worse by the day.
Now, many parts have been completed…
…and are open for use…
…already and even though there are still those sections that are in a rather deplorable state, these good stretches…
…are indeed a welcome relief.
I don’t know if these are going to be part of THE highway eventually or only temporary but whatever it is, I will no longer be going that way again, praise the Lord, and I’ve said it already and I’ll say it again – it doesn’t matter anymore!
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It is always hard to say goodbye especially in place where you have served for so long….so sort like “kam Cheng” as the Chinese used to say. Well, since the road condition has improved you can always take a leisure drive to there as and when you feel like it.
I wouldn’t mind driving to Selangau when they have completed the highway to buy sua tu bak…or go to Mukah or Bintulu…but not right now, still some horrible parts – at the moment, the used-to-be-quite-good stretch between Selangau and my girl’s school is getting very very very bad.
i’ve never heard of mark williams before – just googled him, and he’s still alive and only 64 in fact! 🙂
ONLY 64? Now, that’s nice! I’m two years older, ONLY 66!!! LOL!!!