Thus began my early morning train ride at 8am, so early the maintenance crew was still wiping down the coaches! Not many passengers and note I was in my qigong uniform ready for immediate action. Seats were comfy.
Tuesday, February 7, 2023
JOM (let's go) to IPOH.
Saturday, January 21, 2023
CHINESE NEW YEAR IN BANGKOK
Found this unique plant that looks like a claw, bright yellow for good luck. The pomelo, a homonym for prosperity and status, is another popular buy for the Chinese New year.
Bangkok's traffic on both lanes!
We used the "tuk-tuk" which sped and weaved so fast I had to hang on to my newly bought hair band.
A hair cut for only 300 Baht (US$9 or 7 Pound Sterling)? I would be thoroughly stressed selecting a style.
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
WET LANDS AT COVA
At last, a wet land next to my housing estate has been designated a park.
It used to be a lake but with poor maintenance and God-given sunny weather, the lake was consumed by the invasive water hyacinth plants. These plants can take over any area with water and turn it into a wetland faster than Speedy Gonzales. The entrance is lined with date trees like soldiers on a parade,
and amazingly the security system is GEESE patrol.
The painted storks have formed a colony here.
So have the little herons, like this one hiding in the tree.
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
ADULTS GO CRAZY
It takes the year end to bring out the "gila" (crazy) in people.
Some did a day trip, others camped over night. This is our Malaysian version of camper vans.
Nothing quite like Chillin' with Patsy's mobile home aptly called "The Suite."
Ours is "Room Service - warm and cozy"
I think our Malaysian beach parties are quite different from the West - no alcohol, just water and Chinese tea and childhood games. The sedan chairs or human-powered transport is a poor man's palanquin. It was disastrous as "Humpty Dumpties had great falls."
The three-legged race was no better - legs were tied using food plastic wraps.
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Home-grown vegetables too large for the table!
I wonder how many to finish this one gourd. A village?