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To the East Coast we go

The parents and I were in Kuantan for two days. Dad had a meeting there but didn't want to fly because of all the heavy documents he had to carry. He wasn't keen to drive either so he roped me in to do the driving duties by bribing me with a stay at the Hyatt. Okay, so it's not like he had to twist my arm in the first place.

Mum and Dad kept reminiscing of the time they holidayed together in Kuantan. Dad kept trying to find the resthouse they stayed at in Teluk Chempedak but all we found was the resthouse annexe. I think they were nostalgic for the days when they weren't yet saddled with five kids.

While Dad was at his meeting, Mum and I decided to drive from Teluk Chempedak towards Terengganu, mainly to hunt for keropok lekor. I love keropok lekor but the fish that a lot of makers of keropok lekor use makes me itch like crazy, so getting the right keropok lekor is a bit of a hit and miss job.

We got as far as Chukai before we turned back to pick Dad up from work. I got my keropok from a place just inside of the Pahang border. I ate one in the car which made my face itch. Mum then made me stop to get some durians which we smelled through the closed car windows even before we saw them.

Those unused to durians liken its smell to dirty socks. I'm not fond of eating durian but I think it smells lovely - fragrant and very fruity. However, the "invigorating" smell of boiled fish and durian was not something you want to be stuck with in an enclosed space for the next three hours.

Epilogue: Dad has demolished the durians, the fish is in the fridge for later consumption, and the car still reeks of durian. I only got into one argument with my parents. Hurrah!

Comments

Anonymous said…
oiii I don't care about the smell I could use 10 kgs of keropok lekor and durian, respectively right NOW. Lucky bugger
Anonymous said…
keropok lekor.....mmmmmmmm...(homer style)
Kere said…
Nyer nyer... makes you itchy, but tastes soooooooo good.
Anonymous said…
hehe, it doesnt make me itchy...just tastes sooo good... nyer nyer
Kere said…
LOL, ok you win Z.

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