A little before bumming I had a short trip to Ipoh for ching ming. Upon going up to Ipoh I've gotta take turn with the cousin to drive. We have a grandmother on board mind you. Driving up with the Vios was totally fun and the best part of it all was the heavy rain which actually turn the fun other way round to stress instead.
I had no spectacles with me and everything was partially white. white like fuck!
here's a snippet how heavy it was. well, it's not that obvious but while driving it was bad. cold and freezing just makes you feel "shit i should've been the one sitting on the other side of the car and chill out."but no.
of course it wasn't just visiting the grave in ipoh but it was a trip from chenderiang to kampar to ipoh then back to kl.
within two days. luckily if not i'd be dead by now.
it was pretty nostalgic going back to chenderiang after haven't been back there for some time. things have changed. the town is getting slower and slower. at least the one thing we were looking forward to see in the grandmother's house was that old chair.the best hand made chair with the best nostalgic feel to it on all of us is still there in one piece. the indian auntie didn't threw it away. yes.
met some relatives, drove all the way to kampar just to makan at some coffee shop. how devastated we were but it's all fine since it's bonding session.
but ipoh, it was a whole different thing.
dim sum
hawker food
good food
epic food
more food
bad hotel breakfast food
didn't get to watch manchester united moment
grandmother being epic moments (many of them along the way)
it's just too good.
ipoh from the hotel view.i'd give up a day just for a trip like that and maybe better, again.
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