i believe my affair with the medieval french village of colmar tropicale themed resort at 790m altitude in bukit tinggi, pahang was a one night standish kind of relationship where once i came inside after inching slowly passed the
chastity belt gated tower bridge, i was turned off by the whole shebang and feeling of something’s not right and i limped out weakly in frustration never to set my flesh in again. i reckon the whole fakery concept bothered my libido to the extreme point of never looking back (unless my wife and kids urge or beg me to go with them again).
this pic was taken when i was lustfully and sweatily gliding towards the entrance, mildly spoiled and irritated by the flags on each side (and its inconsistent heights), which in itself was a slight premonition of the looming doom (unheeded by me at the time) that was waiting to swallow me deep inside. noon, august 2007.