Thursday, January 29, 2009

Tea Break, with Jam

Pic: Traffic jam in the highlands


Last Saturday night, my pal, Sal suggested that we go out of town; all expenses on her. I liked the free part, and since I didn’t have other plans, I agreed. We knew it was a crazy undertaking, without bus tickets nor hotel reservations, but we are adventurous enough to brave the challenges! So we promised to meet at Puduraya at 10 am the next day.

Needless to say we were both late because apparently on Sunday, the LRT is not as available and town cabs are not as plentiful as other times. Little surprise the tickets to Cameron were sold out. Sal, still determined to negotiate the higlands, decided to take her Citroen and test her driving skills.

Four hours later, we reached a wet Brinchang, and immediately set forth our quest for a room. We started with the decent-looking lodges, but soon reconsidered the sleazy- looking ones as everywhere was full house. But the prices were ridiculous. One "hotel" situated in a two-storey shop owner asked for RM170 for a windowless box the size of a double bed.

We then moved to the next town, Tanah Rata. The situation there is none better. The night was setting in, it was wet and we were tired. Sal was already resigned to paying RM408++ for a room at the Equatorial. On the way, we spotted a sign “Cameronian Inn, Tea and Homemade Scones”. We hastened to the place and were able to procure a comfortable and clean room for RM150. There were people scrambling around us for the last available room. What a relief! We proceeded to dinner soon afterwards, and then, bed.

The next morning, I rose refreshed by eight hours of peaceful sleep. In daylight, we discovered the guest house was quite lovely and homely. I love the rare orchids in the garden that I have to touch to see they are not made of rubber. We checked out of the place as a big family was sitting down for their English Chinese New Year breakfast.

We traced our way out of Cameron, stopping by for souvenirs and pictures along the way. I almost forgot about the signature of Cameron that is their tea plantations. It was a pleasant surprise the Bharat Tea House, where we had our brunch sits next to one. We sat down to some scones, a curry puff, tuna sandwich and masala chai (spiced tea). The scones were scrumptious just as what my friend Cuta told me. Apparently, I really enjoyed my scones, as Sal later related that she saw a boy observing my handling the scones and as I was swallowing them, he too swallowed his saliva. Despite the slight misadventure, it was a fun outing. I will definitely visit Cameron again.

Lessons learned:

1. Plan your travel.
2. If not, prepare to pay.
3. Pray. He is Ever-listening.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Mak Long's Big Adventure

Pic: Baby Ziyad looking at family photos.

It has been two weeks since I completed my tenure as temporary nanny and guardian to eight nephews and nieces. Now looking back, I am grateful that it went quite smoothly. Except the two times when the abang and the adik broke into a shouting match and the ensuing wrestling spectacle that made dear Mak Long's heart skip a beat. After a short period of distance, the concerned brothers resumed their lives as if they never had a disagreement, while Mak Long watched in disbelief and prayed silently for no more fights, puhleez!

A few of my sister's friends and relatives came to visit, which was nice. My own friend drove from Ipoh with her family bearing pineapple tarts. The former were concerned about the kids' well-being, while the latter for mine!

I am very proud of my discovery of the perpustakaan desa which became our favourite place. The novels gave me some entertainment and the recipe books provided much inspiration for the daily menu.

When the school reopened, Mak Long was left with three kids as the eldest boy had reported to National Service in Baling in late December and four of the older kids returned to their boarding schools on Penand Island. It was a different routine as Mak Long started to take over caring for Baby Ziyad from older sister Aufa and had a new task of ferrying the sixth grader, Amad to school at the break of dawn and back. Luckily Umi had instructed to hold the kindergartener Ajwa from attending school until she came back. By the end of one week, the new Haji and Hajjah returned, and a day later, I bid adieu to the small town of Tasek Gelugor.

I never felt so rindu for KL before!

All in all, it was a great adventure with up, down and flat moments. I got to know my nephews and nieces better and they, me. I also have a renewed respect for my sister, my own mum and all mothers. As I type this, Mak Long feels so rindu for Baby Ziyad. I hope he rindu me too.