Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The sound and smell caught me as I was strolling by the roadworks at Corn Exchange Street after lectures. Rumbling chugging diesel engines with their unmistakable oily signature scent. And I was briefly transported back in time to bumboats, fishing rods, early mornings, packet lunches (usually nasi lemak / goreng), wooden piers, sunrises over the horizon, and vast expanses of blue water and beyond.
I truly miss those idyllic days in Dayang and Aur.
I truly miss those idyllic days in Dayang and Aur.
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