It was a tradition of sorts, that most of the people go back to their hometown to meet old relatives and friends, to have a good time together, to spend the first few days of spring together, to get away from the busy work schedules together...
I went back to my Panchor, a small town between Muar and Pagoh, Johor. The trip back wasn't that bad, but it wasn't really fantastic as well. Let me try to give a fair account of it here. Starting from the KKKL express bus to the Pagoh toll.
Panchor is such a small town that, normal express buses doesn't even stop there. A lookup at google reveals nothing about Panchor. We have to alight at the Pagoh's toll, just to skip the extra trip to Muar town. You can see from the picture that there are quite a few people waiting for their relatives and friends at the toll.
I went back to my Panchor, a small town between Muar and Pagoh, Johor. The trip back wasn't that bad, but it wasn't really fantastic as well. Let me try to give a fair account of it here. Starting from the KKKL express bus to the Pagoh toll.
Panchor is such a small town that, normal express buses doesn't even stop there. A lookup at google reveals nothing about Panchor. We have to alight at the Pagoh's toll, just to skip the extra trip to Muar town. You can see from the picture that there are quite a few people waiting for their relatives and friends at the toll.
After waiting for a while, my dad came in my uncle's benz. A red benz, maybe you'll see it in later posts. My mom and brother was in there as well. It's been some time since the 4 of us actually got together, but somehow, not much was said during that trip. We would just graze out the window, looking at the endless rows of palm oil trees (pokok kelapa sawit). The trees didn't wave at us, unlike the essays that we wrote during primary school where 椰树也向我们招手. The trip wasn't long, the trees were as green as before, same old road, same old trees.
end of part 1
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