Home Visit

My parents came last week to Sibu in conjunction with the Malaysia Day. For most peninsular folk, Malaysia Day is a relatively new thing that was rarely mentioned prior to Najib’s tenure as Prime Minister. Regardless, it has always been a big thing here in Sabah and Sarawak.

My mom was understandably not very happy with my living conditions and decided to take matters into her own hands and not only did she purchase another full roll of PVC mat, she also supervised the installation of the said flooring. Now I can walk in my own house barefooted. Thank you mom.

She also brought up the issue of Pauline which I tried my best to evade. Bottom line is she is going to get me someone else to marry because nurses apparently don’t make good wives...

Roti Canai Goreng

I took the 8.30 am express to Kapit from the Sibu ferry terminal. The fare this time was RM20 and it was for the 3^rd class seat. The boat was not as packed as the last time I went there. I arrived in Kapit after about 3 hours during which time I spent sleeping mainly because the night before I was up hanging out with Pauline.

Initially it took me some time to find the exact place where the roti canai goreng was sold. However, after a few phone calls to Sherlyn the HO I finally found the place. It’s actually located inside Gelanggang Kenyalang which is a food court and once inside it wasn’t so hard to locate the stall.

On the number 17 stall in Gelanggang Kenyalang in Kapit one can find some newspaper cuttings regarding its famous roti canai goreng. The stall next to it serves the accompanying drink, the air agar-agar which is basically green jelly poured into milk.   

I thought it was a bit crazy of me to go to Kapit just for a roti canai goreng (actually I had 2), but guess doing something crazy like this once in a while can’t hurt...much

Sarikei Pineapple Fest

During the weekend of 1^st September 2012, I went to Sarikei for its annual Pineapple Festival. The venue for the event was in front of the Sarikei district council office. In addition to the main stage where there was a Ngajat competition (among others), there was also an extended pasar malam around the premises.

To be honest there was hardly any pineapple at all despite its name. The only pineapples were to be found at a decoration near the main stage and the big concrete one by the river (which is there all year round anyway). So, in that sense, the festival was quite a disappointment.

 

They might as well call it Sarikei Chicken BBQ Festival. There were certainly more of those than there were pineapples...

If you look hard enough, you can actually see the pineapples