On Saturday morning, Eileen and I took a bike ride to Bangsar, a nearby village. If you look at the "View to the North" picture in my "Temporary Home" post, you will get an idea of where we went. Bangsar is on the far side of the two high-rise buildings in the picture. We had a great time exploring and being together. The looks we got were very interesting. First, you don't see bicycles in this country. Second, you really don't see Americans all that much either. I guess seeing two Americans on bicycles must have been a real sight to see. I wonder how many people will be telling their families..."guess what I saw today?"
If you look closely, you will see Eileen sitting at the cafe across the street. Since it was late morning, I really needed another cup of joe. Go figure. I ask the guy if we could get a cup of coffee and he said not till after 6PM! What lah? He said "do you want some fried chicken?" Uh, no thanks! Our adventure continued and we found another cafe and enjoyed a dark Sumatra brew. Sumatra is just West of Malaysia, on the other side of the Strait of Melacca. We then went to a Thai restaurant for lunch and I think that was my favorite restaurant so far.
After lunch, we headed over to the wet market. Oh the sights and smells! I think the fish was the most prominent smell! The guy on the right was selling some kind of drinks made from coconuts. "Two ringgit...two ringgit" he said. We politely declined.
The potato truck
Fresh meat anyone? Refrigeration is overrated!
All kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables
Chicken on a stick cooking over charcoal in a clay pot
More fruit and such
So Eileen notices that to the sky was black to the North. North or West, you don't hang around to see if it is going to blow over! We high-tailed it out of Bangsar heading toward home. We got to a covered bridge and the wind was really whipping up. The taller palms in the distance gives some indication. Since it hadn't started raining, we made a run for the next bridge which wasn't too far away.
Another pic from the first bridge
We made it to the next bridge just as it was starting to rain. This bridge is along the Klang river. What a treat! We got to see two monitor lizards in the wild, up close and personal. This one was 8 or 9 feet long!
If you look closely, you will see Eileen sitting at the cafe across the street. Since it was late morning, I really needed another cup of joe. Go figure. I ask the guy if we could get a cup of coffee and he said not till after 6PM! What lah? He said "do you want some fried chicken?" Uh, no thanks! Our adventure continued and we found another cafe and enjoyed a dark Sumatra brew. Sumatra is just West of Malaysia, on the other side of the Strait of Melacca. We then went to a Thai restaurant for lunch and I think that was my favorite restaurant so far.
After lunch, we headed over to the wet market. Oh the sights and smells! I think the fish was the most prominent smell! The guy on the right was selling some kind of drinks made from coconuts. "Two ringgit...two ringgit" he said. We politely declined.
The potato truck
Fresh meat anyone? Refrigeration is overrated!
All kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables
Chicken on a stick cooking over charcoal in a clay pot
More fruit and such
So Eileen notices that to the sky was black to the North. North or West, you don't hang around to see if it is going to blow over! We high-tailed it out of Bangsar heading toward home. We got to a covered bridge and the wind was really whipping up. The taller palms in the distance gives some indication. Since it hadn't started raining, we made a run for the next bridge which wasn't too far away.
Another pic from the first bridge
We made it to the next bridge just as it was starting to rain. This bridge is along the Klang river. What a treat! We got to see two monitor lizards in the wild, up close and personal. This one was 8 or 9 feet long!
2 comments:
Your coffee story cracked me up. 6pm?! Man oh man.
now that's adventure!!!! wow, can we do stuff like that when i come? also, chris i think you just have a knack for getting stuck in the rain. your story made me think of being soaked to the bone in the mountains of honduras.
:)
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