Theres always something nostalgic about coming home for the summer winter. After the initial jet lag and reversal in sleep cycles, there is a calmness of a new day or in this case, a family trip to the beach in a quite island in the north.
Tia Maria, Kalua's not so distant sister: a silent binge apres diner
Not so much of beach people, we chose the less scenic but more food worthy route. Imagine my surprise at the transformation of this quiet kitschy like village into quite the trendy cafe hotspot with the asian twist.
Pardon the cake binge.
Almond Lemon Syrup Slice
Of raisins, cinnamon, apples and rum
Within the delectable mess of cake crumbs, we found ourselves visiting the familial clan house turned UNESCO World Heritage Sight.
The view from my 5'4 height limited camera outreach (minus the arms)
Hiyah!!
Not forgetting to caress the floral stone carvings of a home within a home.
And a food pitstop on the way back.
Meet me halfway, or rather, feed me halfway.
Street food.
Street food.
in the small town of Ipoh.
Pork satay, intestines and stomach. Yumyum.
Popiah pronounced Poh Pi-ah: a rice paper roll filled with spicy sauces, tofu, gourd and the delectable mess of bean sprouts below.
New England Clam Chowder eat your heart out, this is Malaysia.
Flat rice noodles in a prawn and chicken broth.
I am home.
S.
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