Family

We arrived in Ipoh yesterday. My niece picked us up from the train station. I will never get used to being driven around by my little niece. My sister and brother-in-law bought us dinner. The stars of the meal were the suckling pig and fried rice. Kenric said, “That’s really good fried rice and I never say that about fried rice.”

This is a picture of the house where we’re staying in First Garden, and the street it’s on. My mother lives here. I did not grow up in this house.

Buntong Market

When we were there this morning, my beloved Aunt made Kenric an iced coffee. She didn’t even ask if I wanted a “very good iced coffee”. These people here are treating Kenric way better than they treat me! Anyway, I only managed to say Hi to a few of the regular customers and vendors I know. There were many new vendors and shopkeepers. It’s been 22 years since I left, after all. I used to know everyone, all hundreds of them. We’ll have to spend more time here some other day; but we did hit up the stall that sells toys and snacks, and snapped a few photos of the things I spent my child labor wages on!

Map of Places Visited