Am I training for Muay Thai?
When I asked my friends, I observed that most of them are brought up in the city their whole lives.
As for me I was fortunate enough to experience kampung life. My mum was a Malaysian and her family stays this very damn ulu place.
So its pretty common for us the whole family to trek back to her hometown, which will take hours.
I recalled its kinda like an expedition. I kid you not.
Back then when it wasn’t as accessible as these days, getting through immigration was at a crawling pace, the bus ride took hours, then transferring to rental motor or car, getting to a certain point before ferrying on a sampan to finally reach my granny’s destination.
We would stay there most of the time for the weekend or longer if my me and my siblings was on school holidays.
Granny and my nieces
The toilet was old-school blimey, no flush there, and you had to watch where you’re stepping or you’ll be the lucky lad of the day who stepped on cow poo.
I recalled racing my bicycle around the kampung area, but I couldn’t go far fearing my mum would give me a tongue lashing.
Playing in kampung, I always had a fascination for the rubber trees that was all around the community.
Aside from vegetable plantation, palm oil, herding of animals, rubber tapping was one of the main source of income.
When I was out I played soldier amongst the rubber tree with the local kids, it was exhilarating, but at the same time scared shitless if ‘Hantu Tetek’ would come out of the tress and grabbed me, haha.
There were plenty of good ol’ memories when staying in Kampung, and most of the time I was up to no good and I’m glad to share part of that accounts of my younger days here at this blog. I shall do more so in the future.
It’s been awhile since I visited my granny. I shall do so soon enough.
