Category: Travels

i love my pup so much 3

I’m currently blogging from Mentakab, a quaint town in Pahang where my Mom grew up. We have just celebrated my granny’s 70th birthday. I’m not going to talk about my granny yet as the pictures are still in the camera.

We made our way back early this morning. Brought Sisi along too, of course. She’s used to the car and all already and was comfortably catching cat naps (heh) throughout the 1.5 hrs journey.

#1 Checking me out before she konked out in her basket.

sisi 1

We arrived at the house we’re renting for one night. It’s located just behind my granny’s home. It’s our first time staying at a residential house while visiting my granny. We used to stay at my granny’s when we’re younger, but since my cousins and us have grown quite a bit there’s not much space to go around and we had to stay at the nearby hotels till this trip.

The house is huge. 3 big bedrooms and a loft with 4 (!!) beds in it. All got air-cons and only for RM160 a night. Perfect for us till…..
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power cut at noon. FYI, Mentakab hasn’t been experiencing the torrential rains KL’s getting. We were so hot, we ended up:

#2 Lying on the marble floor to cool off.

hot

#3 Excuse my greasy face as it was really fucking hot.

floor

But I was still in a jolly mood cause the marble floor really did cool us down and we were all just lying down, chit-chatting while a little fluff went on a rampage.

#4 Fluff above my head about to exact her revenge…

fluff

#5 …which was licking my face ferociously for taking over the floorspace.

lick

#6 Sigh, I love you too :)

love

Will Honesty Stalls work here?

One interesting thing that I’ve come across in England was the concept of honesty stalls. I’ve seen one on the way to Minehead and another in the town of Watchet.

Honesty stall.
Honesty stall.

Honesty Stall.
Eggs for honest people.

Honesty stalls are basically stalls selling vegetables and other goodies. What differentiates an honesty stall from the conventional stall is that they’re no people manning the stalls. To pay for your goods, all you have to do is slip the money into the mailbox and that’s it.

Mailbox.
The cash register is the hole in the door.

To be honest, I just could not imagine such concept to ever take off in our country. Can you? The level of civility in England really amazed me, the way people give way while driving or walking and even something as basic as picking up their dogs’ poops from the street. Sure, the council estates are supposedly scary but seriously, it’s really nothing compared to our housing estates with its sky-rocketing snatch theft crimes.

Were they ringgits?
Were they ringgits?

It’s really funny hearing the Babi warning against chinese being jews and taking over the country. It’s like hello, you think we like to live in this shithole of a country? I’d much rather migrate to any of the Top 10 cities in the world. They welcome young, capable adults like us with open arms. The ONLY reason we’re staying here and take your stupid shit is because our parents and elder family members are here and are (unfortunately) sentimentally attached to this country for reasons unbeknownst to me.

BN. PKR. SAME SHIT DIFFERENT PARTIES. SAME DODGY CORRUPTIVE ASSHOLES. This country is heading for the shithole.

You people who are abroad now. Just stay there and be happy don’t come back to this hot, hopeless shit.

Best pork roll in the world – Scoffs

When I was in the city of Worcester, I was introduced to this quaint little shop called Scoffs.

Scoffs.
Scoffs.

Scoffs only sells pork rolls, nothing else. Basically, it’s just a bread roll stuffed with lots of pork chunks & apple sauce and topped off with a huge chunk of crackling.

Pork.
Getting to the pork.

Stuffing the roll.
Stuffing the roll.

Simple, quick and delicious.

Pork roll.
Scoff’s pork roll. It’s huge. Roll, pork, apple sauce and crackling…hmm hmmm.

It was one of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth.

Scoffing it down at the entrance.
Enjoying lunch at Scoff’s tiny hallway.

17 New Street
Worcester
WR1 2DP