After
a good night sleep, three of us had gone out seeking some yummy breakfast. Upon
return, Ving was much better and started to some liquid diet and she was strong
enough to make it to the flight.
I
had brought my nephew and niece to the Setia mall where we patronized the
bookshop; the Nasi Lemak The Game had caught my sight and I grabbed it without
hesitation.
We
had a good game before we headed to airport.
The
drive was smooth and I only filled up RM20 of petrol for the 100+km drive. I
delivered the car and proceed to the check in. Prior entering the restricted
area, I had taken a sip of old town iced cham and Ving had bought some fries
from the Burger king outlet. The Oseltamivir worked great and Ving had started
her tour of junk food…
Flight
was on time and we met our parents later and we had our dinner at Aeon Mall. The
food joint selling a variety of Malaysian cuisine and none of them were up till
the standard. As usual, I slipped to the non-Halal area and grab a six pack of Shandy.
Out of my expectation, no shortage of stock as in the past.
We
slept early that night; frankly said, I haven’t recovered from fatigue
aggregated from those long streak of shifts.
I
brought my mother to the JPN the next day to obtained a letter proving that she
had lost her thumb print. She was actually frightened by the bank staff on her
last visit to bank. She was told that she might not be able to withdrawn her
money if she was unable to past the bio-metric check next time.
During
the journey, I was disturbed by the new parking payment system implemented by
the local administration. The app supporting the system was not available to
the mobile phone bought from outside the Bolehland. I had to installed the app via
unauthorized apk site. Not easy to operate and I think old folks who is not
good at using mobile phone would have a hard time parking their vehicle without
getting a red ticket later. A good way of stopping old folks from driving to
street….
As
the main event, we visited my columbarium the next day and stopped by uncle hwa
fire steamed chicken restaurant for lunch. A Balak factory turned into restaurant
with no air-con; food was great and the price was affordable.
The
rest of the day, I had wandered around the housing area, playing with my bro’s
pet dog and spent my time recovering from the fatigue that accumulated from the
past.
The
return trip was uneventful where we put up a night sleep at the Tune hotel
before we continue our trip the next day.
Food
at KLIA1 was really disappointed as OldTown was replaced by another all rounded
but so so restaurant, I would usually ordered a dried hor fan and half boiled egg
before I left the Bolehland. Shop and dine wise, KLIA2 was still the best.
The
uncomfortable ride on the A320 series was masked by sleep on the flight.
We
had a 3+ hours stopover at CLK airport with grilled goose as our lunch. My
comment was just like the last time I tried it 10 years ago, “last time, I would
order this meal”. Tasty, juicy but not my cuppa of tea.
Final
ride back to K city with the more spacious plane but the wait at the luggage
belt was longer than usual due to large amount of passenger flying the same
flight.
We
arrived home later and I had prepared myself for the dooms-day like CNY shifts.
