Not that i dragged my feet grudgingly making my presence amongst my relatives, It just brought a rush of memories that i would rather stow away.
I made a trip to my Grandfather's nationally famous Crocodile farm and mini zoo. I hate crocodiles, evil creatures they are. Poured hot coffee on one of the crocodile's eye that was below me.
Also made a trip that i have always dreamt of... to the home where i was born and raised. It was a thoroughly surreal experience. Upon arrival, everything seemed smaller, unkept and humble. The street, the neighbouring houses and then my home. We were unsure of the current landlord so we merely said that we have returned from overseas and this was the home that we used to live in, the home i grew up in.
The lady was gracious enough to let us in as i roamed the house, my bedroom, my shower, my balcony. I was gripped with excitement as i transported myself back into time, following my footsteps, imagining myself talking to my mother, my nanny, the activities i would do as a child. I imagined lazy afternoons at home on school holidays... It was heart wrenching.
As we got out and proceeded to our car, our elderly neighbour from across the road began shouting my mother's name as she ran to us... her eyes were moist. We hugged, we had coffee, we talked.
It was good.
Paying respects to my late Grandmother.
Next up was the trip to Thailand. My mum stayed on in Kuching and i flew alone to Kuala Lumpur for an immediate transit to Bangkok.
I am not too sure how i should articulate my experience here. Short to say it was an undiluted shopping and culinary experience. I shopped, and then i shopped and i shopped again. Shopped during the day, have a fancy meal, go to a massage spa for an hour to ease my muscles carrying my newly found treasures and then back to shopping again. Come night and we will head off to sin city. Breaking my mould, doing shady and obscure activities and then come crashing down in my very generous friend's apartment.
The 4some at 'To Die For'
That was for a week.
Next up was Kuala Lumpur. This was going to be a mere stopover just to see people who matters. Shopping was was kept on a leash. Managed to chew through the cord however and splurged my already red and deficit bank account. This time round i stayed at my cousins newly started Motel business. Naturally i was given an above average room (although i paid for it). Met up with some old friends and then my flight back to Melbourne.
I Love Melbourne.
To see the rest of the photos taken go to: http://good-times.webshots.com/album/558557895lEtojJ