Into the night, beyond familiar grounds, I rode through…


Thighs drenched in sweat, legs feel like lead, taunt muscles, damaged lungs screaming for oxygen. A workout? No, something better… No, not sex, but an adventure on the bike. Travelling on mud-splattered roads, steering through uneven dirty pavements, and into a drained swamp filled with tall weed and insects. One of my many late night thrill-seeking outreach into the unknown. Would not miss it for the world.

Feels good to be alive, to wander into the night, steering carelessly with a wide grin. The sweat took the edge off the lethargic mood. I feel better, thoughts flashing through my mind as I pushed the bike and my muscles beyond endurance. Oh yes, indeed, almost better than foreplay.


An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at and @bedlamfury

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