In 1963 I was transfered to Bentong Estate,Pahang.While there I was placed in charged of its second division.90 % Matured Rubber and only a small percentage of young immaure rubber.
I was given lodging on the second of the main office.That building was built of wood and without any electrical supplies,so for lighting I had a harricane lamp.Fortunately I had no problems with my food,it was kindly supplied by the Manager.Being quite a lonely place in the evening I this made frequent trips to town,Bentong.
The plantation was situated some eight miles from town.Very often I had an other man following as companion and we often came home after twelve midnight.The eight miles trip was of winding road.Being an excellent rider I had no problems on the way as I sped home in the dark.
One very windy evening with impending rain in the following I stepped and accelerated full speed a head.However I encountered nothing all the way.It was very cold that,extremely cold with the strong wing wind blowing directly at me and companion.
Against all adversity we reached the turn into the entrance of the plantation.To my surprised and I shook with fright as I saw someone lying on the side and face down on the road.All of a sudden I applied my emergency brakes,that sudden stop brought my aware companion crushing on me and we nearly fell off that motor-cycle.
That man lying on the road in white made us though that it was a ghost lying there.It was motionless and we were scared stiffed to touch it.On closer examination we found that it was an Indian man lying there apparently dead drunk as he smelt liqueur.I shone my motor cycle light on him and recognized him as one of our tappers.
We tried to wake him up but he did not bulged so we rode back to my house which was directly in front.Fearing he might be run over by some useless driver I got the smoke house watchman to carry him to safety.Next morning as I proceed on to the second division he was no where to be found around. I guess he must have been sober by then nd left for home thereafter on his own,
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