solo trip 2

I had a day rest after the flight. My bro had also arrived late that night. He had flown back from Shanghai via the Singapore route. We had a good chat and he had given me lots of technical advice regarding my EMR program. He had done well in his career. I am far from a retire life and he had achieved it…

Well, it was nice seeing him after all those silence year.

On D3, I had begun my 500km drive up north. We planned to pay a visit to the columbarium where my grandfather rest. The columbarium was situated at a temple near the Sg Besi airfield. I had visited it multiple times before I left the homeland. We pushed out early and at 7am, we were on the highway after our breakfast at a small coffee shop. Typical Malaysia breakfast of wantan mee and cham. The Sportage which my bro bought for my father was in tip top condition. We stopped a few times for refreshment before we arrived at the temple at 10:30am. My parents completed the ritual and we were off at 11:30am.

We stopped by Empayar Siew Paw restaurant for a crab meal (which is still as good as what I had tasted few years back) and then proceeded to Malacca to visit my aunt.

I had taken my parents to Jonker Street for a quick tour before stopping at my aunt’s place.

I had met my cousins who are working in Malaysia. We exchanged some view and I learnt more about the situation in the homeland. The salary had risen over years and so did the living cost. The deprivation of ringgit had made thing worst. We had a dinner at a newly opened restaurant at the out skirt of the town. We were lucky to secure a seat despite of not making an early reservation. Surprisingly the food was way below standard. Pork was not prep properly and shrimp was not fresh. But yet it was filled with customer. The only reason was it location. It was outside the town and the jam in the town had lured people to it.

We headed back to Makhota hotel after the dinner. I had paid a visit to the night market across the street while retrieving my GPS from the car.

It was a night market for Malay; as usual, I was the few Chinese wandering around and I bought some Sate and Apam Balik from the hawker around. Food was average but I had a good time wandering around.

I had taken my parents to a BKT shop around the town before we headed back to Kulai. The BKT is Klang style although it is not as good as what I had tasted in the past but I could settled with the no fish shrimp is also ok situation.

We took a slow drive back to Kulai and had our lunch at Yun Lai Dim Sum shop.

It should be routine for me next year to accompany my parents to KL for the ritual; travelling up north has becoming a stress for them.