Port Dickson (Part 1) Sightseeing. What an
experience. Pheww! Walking non-stop, climbing up and down, sweating like a dog in
the blistering sun and I think for the first time in my entire life, I actually literally
begged for water. Frankly speaking, when I returned to the hotel after the few
hours of touring Port Dickson, I was not only dazed in tiredness, I
also felt as though my legs are going to automatically fall apart. No doubt, going from one place to the other was a treasured experience in further strengthening my backbone for bravely
exploring places on my own, yet, I still had a tiny element of fear inside me. The fear I can’t let go despite having travelled to near (Penang) and far away places (Hilton Niseko Village Hokkaido & Pretoria South Africa), mainly fear of being mugged, robbed, accidentally losing my phone or handbag, or collapsing out of sheer
exhaustion. Among these, the worst is fearing the fear of uncontrollable heart beat due anxiety and nervousness (My Fifties).
