Ali Buntut Camp version 3.0

When there was once a 14th of June 2009, three particular crazy chaps decided, only on the night before, to ingeminate an emprise they once undertook with astronomical endeavour. An adventure hailed by many to be utterly, if not inordinately, demented. Intrepid and dauntless, these spunky lads embarked on yet another quest with such nonchalance it shook the baby from its crib. It is gonna be just a stroll, or so they thought. As they had prior to the 1st legendary ABC. Which turned out to be quite a lot more than... just a stroll.

And so, as per the last 2 camps, the journey began at Fort One Utama. Unduly burdened with some pre-adventure misadventures and detours, the deployment was only effected past noon. For that, they were really, really sad...


Upon arrival at the Genting Cable Car Station, they employed their social skills and thick faces to hawk their cable car tickets to holiday-ers and casino-ers, both bewildered and skeptical at their approach and their intention on selling their tickets. And it proved to be quite a feat. Nevertheless, they got the tickets sold and satisfyingly pocketed their earnings.

Then came the REAL adventure. Looking at a possible distance of 13km (distance markers were pretty...inconsistent), they loosened their muscle but steeled their spirit. Speaking of which, they then blessed themselves with some prayers and impromptu offerings (not quite so, they took back their bags)...

Weather was promisingly cool without the threat of a drencher. Which rendered the hike up pretty uneventful. What can they say, it is just walking 13 km uphill in good weather. What could possibly happen...except for periodical fatigue and the need to photograph and be photographed...

"Holy Shit!" is about right...

6.2km...

That is Awana Genting in the background...

As normal as it seems to be, it is actually Big Foot's fur they were sitting on...

Private property, my ass...

2km...

1km...

"That's it?", you may ask. Indeed. Not. Reaching their destination (their campsite) (which is the top of a waste tank), they got down to savour their dinner (yup, with the lingering aroma of shit)...

The world's greatest campsite...

Nope, this is supper...

Like werewolves, Buntuts transcend mental normalcy and physical cravings during the night. Night is not for dreaming, no no no. Night is for discoveries, detours, decadence, destinies, deliriums. Their calling beckoned them to the nearby Park...

Ironically, that was their entrance...

Their ride to hell...

Him camwhoring with a pimp in hell...

"Yo, how the fark did i end up in London?

When they were done answering their nature's call (relate to picture above), they subsequently headed back down to their campsite to call it a day...

Laugh for yourselves...

Entrance to their campsite...

They got precisely just forty winks, because the gods then decided that these fools had it too good. So the gods opened up the sky, unzipped their pants and peed all over these hapless adventurers...

They then cried too when they found out the tent is not water-proof...

They agonized through the pour, nigh onto mental breakdown (one was seriously afflicted - refer to picture below). When the rain petered out, they decamped and departed for Genting proper for an early breakfast at a secret venue, esoterically so due to their ostensibly tax-free price, where you can have a hearty meal without cutting your heart out.Having sated their stomachs' demand, they hopped onto the cable car and rolled down the hill...

And so, once again, Ali Buntut have proven their worth in a society of spoon-fed and car-chauffeured denizens. Hunger is holistically holy. Pain is a productive psychedelic. Blisters are ... blisters. They are beyond benefits. Conclusively, these fellas were refreshed and reprogrammed to tolerate and humor nature, within and without the mind and body. Victory is ours! (oh, by the way, I am one of them).

My sympathies...

Ali Buntut: Members' Profile

Ali Buntut is a fellowship (brotherhood actually, it's IN OUR BLOOD) of like-minded (give and take about 2 unit of the Buntut Scale of Sanity) young (as well as the 8 letter double word that starts with well and ends with hung - doesnt apply to a certain member though) rebels (what, anarchy rules dude *multitude of hands gestures*) who risk their life (more seldom than often than not) for cheap thrills (gotta admit, driving CK's car and sneaking into shopping malls during the after-hours is cheap), spreading awareness (spray painting roads and signs) and discovering life-sized truth about... afterlife (no comment left).

So, I figure we must be quite an interesting bunch of individuals. With that, I composed, circulated, collected and collated a profiling questionnaire exclusively for the members of Ali Buntut. And here are our thoughts:













And there you have it - the facets of personalities within Ali Buntut, our ideas and thoughts, our hopes and dreams. What with all our differences, all (but one, who also coincidentally didnt fit the YOUNG double word characteristic - refer above) agrees on one thing - ALI BUNTUT is gonna be BIG. Watch out for us.....on roads and signboards.