The journey from Malacca to Bentong was anything but easy. Surface-to-Air Missiles puffed every where, shockwaves violently shook our vehicles like a train of tsunamis hitting non stop on a naked beach. We cruised high up to a safer altitude past mountains, trenches and thick vegetation. Rain poured heavily but it did not dampen our spirits. We got what we came for after all. Feeling annoyed with going at "governmental regulated" speeds, Sau Koon hit the boosters, and his Honda Civic reached Bentong in a zap.
Bentong was anything but a SMALL town. Having making our maiden trip, we had the impression of a dusty old town in a black-and-white photograph from an old text book. We were flabbergasted that it had rows and rows and rows of new and colonial styled shops, big banks, lots of cars, lots of roads, lots of people, and the sign of all signs of a big place - traffic jams. We were trailing behind cars, painfully navigating the streets in low gear.
A red light blinked, and our radio cracked. Thiaw Seng's overly excited voice echoed loud and clear.
"Follow our car ya~~".
The CRV cruised up front, picking up speed, zig zagging amongst the traffic skillfully, in and out of big roads and small lanes. In no time at all, you guessed it right. We lost him.
"He turned left laaa.."
"No, right!!"
"Left lehhhhh"
"Aiyo, right, don't believe ah? hah??"
We got into an elaborated grown-up intellectual discussion in the cockpit. Nobody had any idea on the whereabouts of the big guy.
We radioed Thiaw Seng for help, "Ah Seng ah, we are at Bentong Hospital, how ah?".
"Let me think ah.........", like a chess player, Thiaw Seng went straight into deep thoughts, and like a stranger to his hometown, he replied, "I think hoh, maybe hoh, you need to U-turn".
". . . . . . ", the sky collapsed on us.
Survival instinct kicked in. Being well trained back in army school and been through life and death situations, we put our minds to work. After analyzing the facts on hand and making calculated moves, we managed to find Air Force One by the road side, roaring loud as ever.
Chapter 11 : Back to Base
We were led to the groom's house. It was a colonial era Chinese style shop house. Historical and nice. Thiaw Seng brought his wife deep inside the base for the long awaited Chinese tea ceremony.
It was now past lunch time. Our tummies growled in synchrony like an orchestra out of Zoo Negara. We helped ourselves to more food. It wasn't a feast, but it tasted like heaven. Buffet-eat-all-you-want-till-you-drop style. I unbuckled my belt to make room for XXXL portions heading towards my guts.
After stuffing myself with so much food I nearly passed out, we were led to our quarters - a hotel near the groom's house. We immediately made ourselves comfortable.
No we're not camera shy
Fishy photo .. up to you imagination
After a quick nap an wash up, we left for the restaurant which was just ..... next door. We made a quick tour around the surroundings with the sole objective of finding the famous ABC shop.
"Behind the bus station ah", we were told by Thiaw Seng. We wandered blindly and to much dismay, we failed to locate the ever well known stall. Our hearts cried monkeys and bananas.
Bentong street scape
Nope, no ABC
The familiar lovely Malaysian weather started to kick in with beads of sweat dripping down our foreheads and our backs. We decided to proceed to the AIR CONDITIONED restaurant.
That's us
Stage Deco
Me and Sau Koon
Sau Koon and Wife
Me and Wife
--- END (at last) ---
A red light blinked, and our radio cracked. Thiaw Seng's overly excited voice echoed loud and clear.
"Follow our car ya~~".
The CRV cruised up front, picking up speed, zig zagging amongst the traffic skillfully, in and out of big roads and small lanes. In no time at all, you guessed it right. We lost him.
"He turned left laaa.."
"No, right!!"
"Left lehhhhh"
"Aiyo, right, don't believe ah? hah??"
We got into an elaborated grown-up intellectual discussion in the cockpit. Nobody had any idea on the whereabouts of the big guy.
We radioed Thiaw Seng for help, "Ah Seng ah, we are at Bentong Hospital, how ah?".
"Let me think ah.........", like a chess player, Thiaw Seng went straight into deep thoughts, and like a stranger to his hometown, he replied, "I think hoh, maybe hoh, you need to U-turn".
". . . . . . ", the sky collapsed on us.
Survival instinct kicked in. Being well trained back in army school and been through life and death situations, we put our minds to work. After analyzing the facts on hand and making calculated moves, we managed to find Air Force One by the road side, roaring loud as ever.
Chapter 11 : Back to Base
We were led to the groom's house. It was a colonial era Chinese style shop house. Historical and nice. Thiaw Seng brought his wife deep inside the base for the long awaited Chinese tea ceremony.
Out of the corner of our eyes, we caught this - an ancient fridge! Indy used it in his latest movie to escape an atomic bomb blast. Wonder how it got here.
It was now past lunch time. Our tummies growled in synchrony like an orchestra out of Zoo Negara. We helped ourselves to more food. It wasn't a feast, but it tasted like heaven. Buffet-eat-all-you-want-till-you-drop style. I unbuckled my belt to make room for XXXL portions heading towards my guts.
After stuffing myself with so much food I nearly passed out, we were led to our quarters - a hotel near the groom's house. We immediately made ourselves comfortable.
No we're not camera shy
Fishy photo .. up to you imagination
After a quick nap an wash up, we left for the restaurant which was just ..... next door. We made a quick tour around the surroundings with the sole objective of finding the famous ABC shop.
"Behind the bus station ah", we were told by Thiaw Seng. We wandered blindly and to much dismay, we failed to locate the ever well known stall. Our hearts cried monkeys and bananas.
Bentong street scape
Nope, no ABC
The familiar lovely Malaysian weather started to kick in with beads of sweat dripping down our foreheads and our backs. We decided to proceed to the AIR CONDITIONED restaurant.
Guest book
The groom himself
The groom himself
That's us
Stage Deco
"7pm can start one lah, we all in Bentong very punctual one....", we were assured by Thiaw Seng's friends earlier at his house.
We waited for a bit before dinner was served. It was served actually on time. KL time.
". . ."
Timing issues aside, we enjoyed the dinner and shared the happiness of Thiaw Seng and Sin Liang, which was carved in sugar sweetness into their smiles that very night. We managed to pose for some shots before heading back to the big city. What a night it was.
We waited for a bit before dinner was served. It was served actually on time. KL time.
". . ."
Timing issues aside, we enjoyed the dinner and shared the happiness of Thiaw Seng and Sin Liang, which was carved in sugar sweetness into their smiles that very night. We managed to pose for some shots before heading back to the big city. What a night it was.
Me and Sau Koon
Sau Koon and Wife
Me and Wife
--- END (at last) ---
2 comments:
So many parts!
erm... Part 1- Part 10 about "HOW MUCH I LOVE MY WIFE" coming up!
rite rite?
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