What drives you?: Desaru Beach, Johor

Johor is definitely in my travel list whenever it comes to the year end..and so is Singapore..Mum and I are always down south for grandma and Singapore? we're there for Christmas (its August and Im writing about last year's Christmas!?)..So anyway, before we get down to Spore, lets start of with Johor lohh; gotta start somewhere rite..We begin with Desaru, a beach resort located somewhere at the tip of South-East Johor.. my fondest memories (during my uni days) lies here where we were once young and crazy enough to drive here at 3am without prior sleep the day before, just to watch the sunrise.. without any preparation and nothing to do, we ended up playing beach football using coconuts the next half of the morning..and trust me, coconuts make bad substitutes for a soccer ball..

Generally, Desaru beach faces the east and should theoretically produce nice sunrise shots.. Like Teluk Cempedak (in my previous article), beaches facing East here in Malaysia are notoriously known for the havoc they wreck during the monsoon seasons..but there is a calmer, more gentle side when its not..So here, a shot of the sunrise from the beach i got from this time's trip..It isnt much, but whats better than having 2 km of beach all to yourself!

The next best thing that you could probably do in Desaru is to visit the local Ostrich farm. I was a bit hesitant to come here in the first place but since everyone wanted to go..oh well...turned out to be, this place is pretty interesting: we fed ostriches, stood on its eggs (this statement sounds wrong man..and with so many ostriches looking at ya', it feels awkward), got to eat its meat and eggs, found out that ostriches can kick ya in the balls real hard, got to see a hatching hatch! and even hitch a ride on its back too..it's fun but there are two things i really pity about the ostriches here though..first, the sand flies here attack em' (esp. their eyes causing infections and blister).. even i myself got attacked but on ma' hands and legs..Second, i bet the ostriches at the farm could smell the burnt smell of ostrich meat exhausting from the restaurant kitchen every single day; What's worse then smelling the smell of your own kind's cooked meat? Must've been traumatic..