In this journal entry, I write about my day riding my bicycle to the Hang Tuah Center in Melaka, Malaysia. I’ve become very interested in the story of Hang Tuah, and when I learned there was an entire museum dedicated to his life, I knew I had to go there. And my plan was to combine that museum visit with an interesting bicycle ride there and back while testing a new camera setup. I enjoyed the museum visit, and I had some interesting experiences along the way, but overall it wasn’t the greatest of days. This journal entry talks about why that might be.
Wednesday, June 17, 2026
6:30 a.m. Room A1, Makhota Vibe Inn
Melaka, Malaysia
I don’t hear any thunder outside right now, which is good. Yesterday, I had plans to ride my bicycle out of Melaka, but I woke up to thunder and heavy rain. So I booked another night at this hotel and postponed plans to leave. Ironically, the weather turned out to be great, and I would have had no issues on the road on a bicycle. It was hot and humid, of course, but there was actually no rain throughout the entire day.
Since I had another day in Melaka, I decided to finally visit the Hang Tuah Center. I’d learned about this place from a comment that someone left on one of my videos, and I made a mental note to visit it someday. It made sense because I’ve taken a strong interest in the stories of Hang Tuah and his four companions Hang Jebat, Hang Kasturi, Hang Lekir, and Hang Lekiu. From the reviews I read on Google Maps, it seemed like a good museum. The one downside was that it was located a fair distance away. Google Maps said it was seven kilometers away on the far side of the city. And by the time I got there, all the wrong turns and detours put the ride at nine kilometers.
My original plan was to take this distance and change it from a negative to a positive. My idea was to ride my bicycle along the shore of the Malacca Strait to the Duyong River and then ride along the river up to the Hang Tuah Center. I saw down at Google Streetview that there was a small laneway and dirt road going all the way up the river, and along that dirt road you’d feel like you were out in the countryside going through farming villages. It looked quite scenic. So my idea was to record that bicycle ride to the museum and back again as a video. And then I would record my time at the museum as a separate video.
The thing is that a normal Planet Doug video treats these events as a full package. If I go to a museum, I don’t shoot just a video about the museum. The video starts at my hotel and documents my trip TO the museum as well as the trip back. The video is usually about my entire day, and just part of my day was my time at the museum. I like that approach because I think of my videos as journal entries in video form. So the video is about my daily life, not about one specific place. The downside to that approach is that it makes my videos very long. Plus it buries the main subject. The video title might say something like “A Visit to the Hang Tuah Center”. And someone who is interested in that place might click on the video. BUT then the first twenty minutes of the video is about me riding my bicycle along a river. So it feels like the video does not match the title. And that person will be upset because this video is supposed to be about this video but it seems to be about something else.
I had this same thought a few days ago when I went to the Submarine Museum. My original plan was to include my bicycle ride to the submarine as part of the video. But at the last minute, I decided not to do that. Instead, I didn’t even turn on my GoPro cameras as I rode my bicycle there. I simply rode my bicycle there, parked my bicycle and locked it up, got out my GoPros and then I started recording the video right at the submarine. It felt weird to me to NOT document the bicycle ride to get there. That always feels like part of the experience to me. But in the end, I think it was the right choice. The submarine itself was so dramatic that it felt better to be standing near it when I opened the video. It felt better to talk about the submarine and its history while I was actually there instead of talking about it while I was on my bicycle cycling towards it. With that experience in mind, I decided to do the same thing with this museum visit. Instead of setting up the video while riding my bicycle there, I would set it up while standing right in front of it.
And when it came right down to it, I even abandoned the idea of recording my bicycle ride to the museum at all. I realized that if I recorded my bicycle ride there AND my bicycle ride back, I would take a long time getting there. On my ride there, I would end up stopping at various places and shooting video alongside the river and other places. I would end up using up all my early-morning energy doing that. And when I arrived at the museum I would already be hot and sweaty and tired. So I decided to just ride my bicycle to the museum without recording anything. I could ride there down the main streets of Melaka to get there as fast as possible. And then I could record a video about the museum when I was still fresh and full of energy. After the museum visit, I could record my bicycle ride back to my hotel while following the river and the shore.
So that was my plan when I finally set off. I had my GoPros mounted on the bicycle when I left from my hotel just in case something dramatic happened. I don’t like to have the cameras tucked away inside a knapsack. And for a change, I hade my Insta360 X3 camera mounted on my bicycle as well. This is a new thing I’d decided to try out. Having the 360 camera mounted all the time is supposed to fix a problem I’ve encountered often. And this problem is that when I stop at the side of the road to talk to someone, my GoPro cameras are never pointing in that direction. They are set up to record the road ahead of me and the road behind me. They aren’t pointing to the left or the right. And because of that, I often miss out on getting any video of random chats with people.
I noticed this in particular when I rode my bicycle in the area around Klebang Beach after I visited the Submarine Museum. I found myself pushing my bicycle alongside a rocky shoreline where a lot of people were fishing. And a lot of these groups of people called out to to say hello and we had small chats here and there as I interacted with these groups. But I have none of these people on video because my GoPros were not set up to record in that direction. I knew that my 360 camera would be ideal in these situations. It’s not a new idea. You can see that other YouTubers have adopted this strategy. Noraly from the Itchy Boots channel has long had a 360 camera mounted on her motorcycle handlebars along with her two GoPro cameras. And she activates it in particular when she stops at gas stations and when she puts her motorcycle onto boats to cross rivers and when she parks her bicycle and walks away from it. In all those situations, the 360 camera captures all the activity around her motorcycle in a way that a GoPro just can’t.
Noraly has a big advantage, however, in that motorcycles have a different geometry to a bicycle, and it’s possible to put a 360 camera right on the handlebars and it also captures a nice video of her riding the motorcycle. This doesn’t work on a bicycle because you sit on a bicycle differently. When you ride a bicycle, you are sitting much higher. You are towering above your handlebars, and you can’t just put a camera there. The camera perspective is far too close to you and is pointing straight up your nose and into the sky. It isn’t capturing anything useful. Therefore, to mount a camera on a bicycle, you have to come up with some kind of longer extension that sticks far out the front of the bicycle and raises the camera up to eye level. That is extremely hard to do with just your GoPro. And now if you try to add a 360 camera to that, things get very complicated and messy.
The main issue is that I wouldn’t be using the 360 camera all the time. I would just want it to be sitting there on the handlebars and be available on those rare occasions when I need it. Most of the time, it would just be sitting there doing nothing. Only on those occasions when I have an interaction with someone at the side of the road would it be useful to turn it on. Therefore, it doesn’t make sense to come up with some complicated rig like my GoPro broomstick and have the 360 camera sitting far forward and high up in front of my face and doing nothing for hours and hours and hours. Most of the time, I wouldn’t be using it, so it needs to be available immediately but not in the way. And that’s why I never did this before. I couldn’t think of a way to mount the camera in such a way that it would be available when needed but not in the way when not. It’s complicated on a bicycle.
Anyway, I spent some time over a couple of days experimenting with various options, and I came up with something that I thought was at least a good start. I started off trying to simply put the 360 camera on the broomstick. That made the most sense. I used it to mount both of my GoPro cameras. Why not add the 360? But when I did that, the 360 camera ended up sitting directly between the two GoPro cameras and blocked the view of both of them. There still might be a way to use the broomstick. I could, for example, hang the 360 camera upside down from the broomstick. That could work, but it’s dangerous. The camera can work itself lose and fall off. Plus, the lens covers would potentially shake and vibrate off.
What I finally came up with was putting another RAM mount on the raised portion of my handlebars and putting the 360 camera there, but even then to get it in a useful position, I had to mount the Insta360 Invisible Selfie Stick along with it. It ends up making my bicycle look even more like a space shuttle with cameras and mounts sticking out in all directions. It starts to look like a Hollywood setup where they are mounting cameras outside a car to film a high speed chase. I didn’t have the 360 camera mounted when I rode out to the museum because I knew I wouldn’t be filming anything. But when I left and started riding alongside the river on the dirt roads, I put the 360 camera in place, and almost instantly I discovered that it didn’t work. The RAM mounts are legendary for being strong. But even they have their limits. And the way I had the mount set up, the leverage of the 360 camera at the end of the selfie stick while going over bumps meant the whole thing just bent over and collapsed. The mount wasn’t strong enough to hold the camera in place. It just fell over. So I realized I’d have to come up with another idea. Only testing and experimenting will solve this problem.
But to get back to the museum visit, the ride to get there was much harder and more tiring than I expected. For one thing, it was super humid. I started sweating badly before I’d even ridden a couple of city blocks. And the Hang Tuah Center location was such that I found myself having to navigate a fair number of very busy roads that turned into expressways. I found my way blocked by highway systems, and to get around them, I had to go on loops to find U-turns that would take me underneath highway bridges to get to the other side. By the time I finally arrived at the museum, I was a wreck. I was tired and soaked in sweat and a bit frazzled. I probably should have gone there by Grab car or something like that.
I wasn’t surprised by the Hang Tuah Center. I’d seen a lot of photos of it online, so what I saw there matched my expectations. The main building was quite large and beautiful and it sat on a big piece of land that was nicely landscaped and had many more traditional wooden Malay homes on it. I bought my ticket for 20 ringgit, which is about $5 US. There was no discount for senior citizens. The ticket prices for Malaysians was 10 ringgit, half the price for foreigners. I’d read online that the center had recently been renovated and updated and they had added a lot of fancy multi-media exhibits. I’m curious now to know what the center was like before, because what I saw yesterday was almost entirely high-tech digital multi-media exhibits. The interior of the building was just as beautiful as the exterior and jammed with all kinds of modern high tech exhibits. A number of them were broken, which I guess isn’t a surprise. Having so many fancy exhibits is a bit like a deal with the devil. They look great when they work, but keeping all that technology up and running wouldn’t be easy. Over time, they would all start to break down and you would need specialists to fix it.
Some of them were quite amusing. There was one exhibit in particular that I focused on in my video. This exhibit consisted of a series of five or six small windows with a kind of diorama inside. And there was a big vertical television screen. And the sign said something about how you had to slide the screen. I just assumed this meant that the screen was touch sensitive and you had to swipe left or right to start a video explaining the stories on display. But I couldn’t get it to work. I swiped and swiped and swiped and nothing happened. After a long time of experimenting and thinking, I realized that you weren’t supposed to swipe the screen. When they said “slide” the screen, they literally meant grabbing the whole screen and physically sliding it along a rail system. And the screen had a white arrow at the bottom. And you were supposed to slide it along the rail until it lined up with a white arrow at each display. And once the arrows were lined up precisely, the video would start to play. It was quite amusing to finally figure that out. It felt a bit like the fancy technology defeating itself because I had so much trouble figuring it out. It wasn’t obvious what I was supposed to do. Part of the problem in the design, which made it so confusing, is that in order to play the video that explained the diorama, you had to move the screen so that it covered up the diorama and you couldn’t see it anymore. Why would you need to cover up the display that you were trying to learn about? That didn’t make any sense, so it took me a while to figure that out.
They also had a very nice mini-theater inside the main building. It was nice because it wasn’t a separate room where you go into a theater and sit down in the dark. The theater itself was wide open and airy. It was set right in the middle of the exhibits, and it was designed in such a way that you sit down in front of the screen on some raised curved benches and watch and listen to the video. And you heard it clearly and saw it clearly even though the area wasn’t enclosed. And yet the audio didn’t spill outside this area to bother you at the other exhibits. It was nicely done. Nicely designed.
Most of the exhibits were about the stories of Hang Tuah as contained in the famous Hikayat Hang Tuah (The Epic of Hang Tuah) and the Sejarah Melayu (The Malay Annals / Sulalat al-Salatin). The museum essentially took all the stories about Hang Tuah’s exploits with his four companions and brought them to life with modern multi-media exhibits where you could press buttons and interact with them. And there was also a bit of information about the history of Melaka itself as a trading center. I was surprised that there was hardly even a mention of anyone other than Hang Tuah. I guess that makes some sense because the entire center was named after him. But I thought at least we’d learn something about his four companions. But other than Hang Jebat’s participation in their famous fight, there was nothing. It was all Hang Tuah all the time. And I have to admit that things did start to feel a bit silly after a while. Many of the stories were clearly legendary and not meant to be taken as strict fact. In fact, many historians doubt that Hang Tuah even existed. They believe he was a creation and represented the stories of many different people combined into one, and the stories were exaggerated to make a point, like a fable or fairy tale. So by the time you work your way through all the exhibits about Hang Tuah you start to wonder if he was a human or some kind of superhero like Superman. There were stories of him defeating and killing 70 soldiers all by himself in combat. He was supposed to have mastered 12 languages by a young age and be accomplished in everything from the martial arts to diplomacy to deep understanding of the Quran to naval combat to dancing and everything else you can imagine. He was essentially a superhuman according to myth and legend.
I enjoyed my visit to the museum, but there was one main issue I had with the place. It seemed to tell three different versions of the classic story of Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat. And the main exhibit about this story – a 3D holographic artistic presentation – seemed to get the story all wrong. The full story as I understand it is complex and contains deep issues and themes of loyalty and friendship and tragedy. It’s a great story and a dramatic series of events pit Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat against each other in a classic and tragic fashion. It’s the story of two great friends and warriors forced by circumstances to fight each other.
But in the 3D holographic presentation, none of that thematic complexity exists. It just says that Hang Jebat and Hang Tuah were having a discussion about loyalty and they started to argue and then suddenly the argument got so emotional that they pulled out their weapons and fought until Hang Tuah killed his friend. They turned a classic story into an argument that got out of hand, like a bar fight or something. They essentially stripped all meaning out of it. I have no idea why they did that. Perhaps that simplified version of the story exists somewhere in the historical records, but I doubt it. In any event, I far prefer the full, detailed story with all the nuance.
After my visit to the museum, I hopped on my bicycle and rode the short distance to the Hang Tuah well. According to legend, Hang Tuah himself dug this well. This area next to the Duyong River is where Hang Tuah was supposed to have been born and where he grew up. That’s why the Hang Tuah Center was located there. And this well is associated with him whether it’s true or not that he dug the well himself. And I read that the water from this well has certain special properties. If you drink it, it is supposed to have healthy and healing effects. And if you wash your face with the water, it is supposed to make your skin young and healthy and radiant. A Malaysian couple was there when I showed up, and the man pulled up a bucket of water from the well and washed his hands and face while his wife filmed him. I noticed that when he was done, he took the bucket of water and dumped it back into the well. And I think he did this partially because there was no obvious place to dump the water outside the well. There was no drainage area. So if you just dumped your bucket at your feet it would make the area wet and probably create a big slippery puddle on the tiles and a muddy puddle on the edges. Yet, it struck me that from a strict hygienic point of view, you don’t want to wash with a bucket of water and then dump the extra water back in the well, especially since people drink this water.
After this couple left, I set up my GoPro to film myself getting water from the well. I was very distracted because I was hot and sweaty, and there was a group of four or five schoolboys there, and they kept trying to talk to me. I had no idea what they were saying, and they kept talking and I didn’t know what to say back, and they were very interested in the cameras and wanting to be in the shot. So I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing as I pulled up the bucket of water and then rinsed my hands and my face. And after I was done, I was going to dump out the bucket on the ground, but there was nowhere to dump the water. So, without thinking, I just put the full bucket back into the well. So I did the same thing as the couple before me and the same thing as these boys did. I raised up some water, washed my face, and then put the extra water back in the well. It felt wrong at the time, but it just happened in the moment. And then while I was editing the video, I decided to cut out the one or two seconds in which I lowered the bucket back into the well. Had I been thinking more clearly and not been distracted by all the chatter from the young boys, I likely would have found a place where I could pour out the water on the ground before I put the bucket back in. That just makes sense to me. But in the heat of the moment, I didn’t do that. And just to avoid a lot of controversy on YouTube, I removed that second or two of video. The video clip just ends with me rinsing my hands and face with the bucket still sitting on the edge of the well. I’ll have to go back and watch the video again carefully to see if there was an area that was meant for people to dump out their extra water, but I don’t think so.
In the end, I don’t think it matters that much in real life. A well like that would be naturally refilling all the time and the water would be cleansed naturally. And all the local people seemed to do the exact same thing I did. There really wasn’t a reasonable second option. But it still felt odd to put the extra water back in the well itself. It was just a funny moment out of the day that I thought I’d mention.
Now that my visit to the museum was over, it was time for the ride back to my hotel. I took some time to mount my GoPros on the bicycle and mount the 360 camera. I had hopes that the ride would be interesting. I imagined having some interesting encounters along the way, perhaps with some local fishermen, and I wanted to test out my theory about this 360 camera placement being useful. But, as I already mentioned, immediately after the first bit of bumpy road, the whole mounting apparatus fell over. It clearly wasn’t going to work that way, and I made some adjustments to it. I never quite came up with a perfect solution, but I’ll figure something out over time.
The ride back to the hotel didn’t work out quite how I wanted. I haven’t seen the video yet, so maybe it can still be put together in a way that is interesting. But there wasn’t as much variety in the ride as I had hoped. And I had a huge amount of trouble trying to cycle along the shore of the Malacca Strait when I got there. I eventually had to give up and just ride into town down the main roads as usual.
The ride started out with a twist, though. I crossed a small bridge to the other side of the Duyong River where I knew a small dirt lane was located. But somehow I got my sense of direction all screwed up. The river water seemed to be flowing in the wrong direction. It seemed to be flowing upriver rather than down. And I thought that maybe this was the tide coming in. Yet, I was far away from the shore. I didn’t think the tide could be so strong this far upriver. I solved the mystery by checking Google Maps, and I realized that my internal compass was completely turned around. I thought south was north and north was south. I was cycling in the wrong direction. So I turned around and went in the correct direction toward the Malacca Strait.
The ride was very pleasant at the beginning. It was nice to be away from all the busy roads. The dirt road was a bit muddy from the rain and a lot of orange mud stuck to my wheels. And there was normally a line of trees between me and the river itself, so I didn’t see much in the way of boats or fishing equipment. So my 360 camera never came in useful, as I had no interesting encounters along the way. I tried really hard to find any kind of road that followed the shore of the Malacca Strait, but there were none that I saw. Once I was on the main roads and realized I wouldn’t be able to follow the shore, I decided to stop off at the Lisbon Melaka Hotel. I’d been around the hotel a few times, and I thought it would be a nice to see some of the grounds, particularly the waterfront where they have set up some canon pointing out over the Strait. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out either. I kind of had a suspicion that it was a bad idea. I don’t have much luck when it comes to showing up at fancy places with a bicycle. There’s something about a bicycle that sets off warning bells for security guards. They don’t like them. I knew it wasn’t going to work out well the second I got close to the front gates of the hotel. Before I’d even entered the grounds, the security guards were running out from the hotel and waving their arms and shouting at me. That bugged me, I must admit. I get defensive when that happens and I feel like I’ve made a mistake and am in the wrong. Sure, you can tell me that only paid guests are allowed on the hotel grounds. That’s fine. But when you start waving your arms and shouting at me before I’ve even arrived, I get annoyed. And security guards in Malaysia do that a lot. As a cyclist and as someone who looks to go out exploring normal neighborhoods whether on foot or on a bicycle, the heavy layers of security in Malaysia can be a problem. It’s one of my least favorite things about Malaysia. There are lots of gated communities and security gates, and the security guards tend to be migrant workers from around Asia. They don’t tend to be Malaysian. So they rarely speak any English, and they are very inflexible. And not friendly. They simply wave their arms and block your way without any social interaction.
In this case, I rode my bicycle up to the driveway of the hotel and stopped there as the security guard was running toward me. But once he arrived, we were at a bit of an impasse. He clearly, with his body language, was telling me that I was not welcome and should go away. But he had no language ability to say that. So I had no idea what he was trying to tell me. I was guessing that he was telling me that only paid guests were allowed onto the hotel grounds. But I didn’t know that for sure. The whole scene got on my nerves. I was trying to be nice and polite and I smiled at him and said something neutral about how beautiful the hotel was. I was looking for some small talk and chatter, but without a language bridge, we couldn’t communicate. And then a second security guard joined the first one. I was just annoyed by the whole situation and annoyed with myself for even thinking that a luxury hotel would allow something as evil as a bicycle to enter their grounds. They associate bicycles with bad things for some reason. I guess in their mind, poor people ride bicycles, and a poor person can’t be staying at their fancy hotel. They are there to keep people like me away from their paying guests.
I knew I shouldn’t say anything. I know my own psychology well enough to know that my best approach is to simply say nothing and ride away. The problem is that I was annoyed with these guys, and I know from experience that if I start to say anything, even something nice, it’s like opening a valve that allows all the annoyance to burst to the surface. It’s almost like a big force being contained, and if you open even a tiny hole to let a little bit of that force out, it ends with all the force being released in a big explosion. That never happened, of course. I’m not one to get in an angry shouting match with anyone. But I did find myself telling these security guards that if they were trying to tell me something that perhaps as part of their job as security guards at a fancy hotel, they should know at least a bit of English. All this could be avoided with a simple ability to say, “I’m sorry sir. Only paid guests are allowed onto the hotel grounds.” But all they could do is wave their arms at me and shout in a language I didn’t understand. That’s what annoyed me. In the end, I swallowed my annoyance and cycled away. Even then, I couldn’t help myself, and I turned back as I rode away and made eye contact with the guys and made it clear that I was annoyed with them. I felt silly doing that, but I was not in a great mood. All of the effort of the day including the stressful bicycle ride to the museum, the heat and constant humidity, the failed efforts to try to ride my bicycle along the shore, constant dead ends and having to backtrack, the usual camera issues with overheating and changing batteries, etc. I was just in a bad mood as my day was coming to a close, and these security guards were just there at the wrong time. One thing I constantly remind myself is that there are cameras everywhere. Even if you can find an excuse for yourself and you allow yourself to lose your temper and get into a shouting match, you can bet you are being recorded somehow from somewhere. Anything you do in the modern world is one minute away from being on the Internet for all the world to see and enjoy and condemn. In the old days, you could lose your temper, shout at someone, then later on go back and apologize. And all is forgiven. People understand that everyone has a bad day. But nowadays, it is different. For example, the Lisbon Melaka Hotel surely has security cameras all over the front. My entire interaction with those security guards was recorded and now lives in the hotel’s video archives. For all I know, the guards had bodycams and microphones. You have to live in the modern world with the knowledge that everything you say and do could be broadcast to the entire world at any time. We see examples of that on YouTube every day. There are entire YouTube channels dedicated to nothing but showcasing people losing their temper and saying and doing bad things. And then the Internet does the detective work and finds out who these people are and where they live and even what their jobs are. And these people lose a lot, even their jobs for that one time when they were having a bad day and lost their temper.
I remember a couple of times in my life, especially during my bicycle ride through Ethiopia, when I lost my temper. I essentially allowed myself to lose my temper and get angry and behave badly precisely because I knew I could do it anonymously. It was the knowledge that out there in the remote countryside of Ethiopia cycling through a farming village in the 90s, I could behave badly and it would never be known or made public. Only those village boys would be a witness to me screaming at them. (To be fair, they tormented me day and night and hit me with rocks constantly. They deserved to be screamed at) Today, that screaming match would be recorded with the risk of it being broadcast to the entire world. And out of context, it would make me look very bad. It’s something you have to think about all the time.
The danger with anger, I’ve realized, is that when you are arguing with someone and you are upset, you instinctively reach for the thing or characteristic that defines that person. If you are arguing with a person who is overweight, you instinctively call them “fat” or a “fat pig” or something along those lines. You, personally, probably don’t care at all that this person is overweight. BUT in the heat of an argument, you just grasp onto things like that. Back in the day, when you made fun of a person wearing glasses, you called them four-eyes. You don’t actually care that this person wears glasses. But in an argument you just latch onto these things. And that impulse can lead you into very dangerous waters when you are interacting with people from all over the world. Something you shout in anger can be interpreted as racist. I’m seeing that all over YouTube right now with the World Cup going on. Fans from various countries are cheering for their teams and insulting the opposing team and their fans. And it’s very easy for unfortunate things to be said. And one moment of loss of control, captured on someone’s smartphone, can have major repercussions in your life.
Of course, this isn’t something that consumes me or that I think about or worry about all the time. It’s extremely rare for me to even be in a bad mood let alone have that mood affect me to the point of bad behavior or angry speech. But it can happen to anyone, as it did with me and these two security guards. I’m just saying that in the modern world, we all need to be just that little bit more careful to keep our emotions under control if we don’t want to get in trouble. And the trouble can be way out proportion to the offense. That’s the power of a viral social media clip.
After my failed attempt to visit the Lisbon Melaka Hotel, I had even less energy for the day. And I just went through the motions of riding my bicycle the rest of the way back to my hotel and ended the video there. Last night, I spent some time editing the video about the museum. But I haven’t even looked at the video from the bicycle ride. It may be worth putting together as a Planet Doug video. Or it might not be and I’ll just not bother. Perhaps a minute or two of highlights can be added to the end of the museum video as a bonus video for the Crunch Club.
I had trouble sleeping last night, so I don’t have a lot of energy today to go out exploring and shooting more video. I was thinking about returning to the island near the Submarine Museum where all the junked barges and ships are. It would be cool to walk around the island and see if I can get a close up look at some of those ships and perhaps even meet someone there that can tell me about their history. I read somewhere online that ships that are seized in the Malacca Strait for piracy or for being illegal are dumped here. That would make a fascinating story. But I didn’t wake up with the energy or excitement to do that. And, to be honest, it’s the thought of video editing that stops me. It’s one thing to ride my bicycle out to this island shoot some video and be back at the hotel in four or five hours. That’s fine. BUT that then leads to at least a full day, probably a day and a half of video editing. It could be two or even three days if I shot a lot of 360 video. It’s always the thought of the huge time burden of video editing that stops me from doing certain things. Anything like going out to that island isn’t just a morning expedition. With the video editing, you have to think of it as a two- or three-day project.