Blog 2
It was a cool balmy 24 degrees centigrade when the plane touched down in KLIA. It’s been raining apparently, so the huge shock one normally gets from stepping outside of KLIA was somewhat dampened. The extra humidity in the air is still noticeable though. It’s interesting how my brain is handling this, I was surprised that it was like I had not left at all, it’s like once I arrived back in Malaysia, all the time in NZ was a dream. It is as though I had never got on the plane for NZ at the beginning of the year, and that I had just visited KLIA and was about to just head out after a day. I still remember vividly eating at McDonalds with my dad as if it was yesterday, I could probably still remember what we ordered too. Maybe this is what they mean by the saying “when I dream that I am a butterfly, am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly? Or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?” Well.. it is 4.15am NZ time so maybe my mind is just not processing the information correctly.

Even before an hour on the road, and already we’ve seen an accident happen on the motorway. Some boyracer was going too fast when suddenly 2 lanes merged into one because of road works, and the car lost control. Thankfully the car was able to slow down considerably before hitting the barrier, causing minimal damage. But yeah, wow Malaysian driving is scary!

I am now on the way to Bidor, which is about 2 hours away from KL, we have a certain shop that we always stop by for food, it’s become somewhat of a tradition now. It’s great to see mum and dad again, we’ve spent the last hour catching up on each others lives. I’m feeling sleepy, tired, and jetlagged, but also have a sense of security now that I’m in the passenger seat with my parents driving again.
Just like old times.

5.08am – we stopped by Bidor and had a bite to eat. Once again, it seemed like I had just been to it last week, but it has already been a year. I told my parents this and my dad said “yeah of course it hasn’t changed, it hasn’t changed in 20 or 40 years!” Coming back from living in a city, that’s a really difficult concept to grasp, everything changes in a city, and quickly too!
Although I dreaded making the trip back, having to travel for about slightly less than 20 hours, as soon as the food we ordered came and I stuck the first fishball into my mouth, I realised that it was all worth it. Just one bite and all my regrets of leaving disappeared. What price can you put on a taste of home?
We ordered fishball soup, ee mee, a fish dish (haruan), and halfway through my parents decided to order turtle! I felt a bit hesitant at first, seeing how turtles are endangered but when in rome, do as the romans do. It kinda had the texture of beef, although there were other parts which were different like the bone and tendons. I haven’t had turtle in a very long time, possibly about 8 years or so.

There’s no real point in this post, just a record of my thoughts and musings.