Sydney in the sunshine

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We took a risk visiting Sydney in the middle of winter but as you can see from the photo above, we had plenty of sunshine. The views of the opera house and the harbour bridge (see pic below) from the top of the Museum of Contemporary Art were spectacular. Our children flew from Auckland to spend the week with us and we enjoyed their company as well as that of other family and friends who are lucky enough to live in this wonderful city. The week flew by in a happy whirl of sightseeing, art and music, cafes and restaurants, bus and train rides and browsing in book and record stores.

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Walking the golf course

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If we get up when we hear the first call to prayer from the nearby mosque, we are early enough to walk (in my case) or run (in Jim’s) around the golf course where we now live. Any later and it’s too hot and also we disturb the golfers who are out honing their skills on the greens. This morning it was still dark when we set off. It was cool and the air was fresh after a good shower of rain. The buggy paths that we follow wind their around the course, through small groves of tall trees and alongside creeks that flow from the hills surrounding the area. Everything is pristine – there is no rubbish lying around and the green keepers are out on their tractors tending to the soft, green grass and raking the bunkers. They bob their heads under their huge straw hats to say “selamat datang”. I was half-way round when it started to rain again. What bliss to finish my walk feeling cool and damp. Jim was wet having jumped into the pool on his way back to the apartment!

Heat

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We are currently experiencing a dry period here in Ipoh. The sky is a hazy white and the hills around the city are barely visible, as in the photo above. There is no mid-afternoon downpour to bring a little relief. The day starts at temperatures in the high 20s and gets steadily hotter, so that at 7pm when it starts to get dark, the temperature is still in the mid 30s. For people like us used to the temperate climate of the south Pacific, these days are frazzling. I feel bad complaining when people have been dying in their thousands from the heat in Pakistan and India. They and many people here in Malaysia do not have the advantage of switching on a ceiling fan or air conditioner. As I write this at 8.30am, I have the fan whirring overhead and the air conditioners cooling down the whole apartment. Looks like I’ll be spending the whole day indoors. Good news is that there is a 50 percent chance of rain this weekend.

Jungle uproar

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I have just read this description in a story by Somerset Maugham: “the noise of the jungle at night is uncanny because you feel that at that hour there should be utter silence … it has an odd effect on you, that ceaseless and invisible uproar that beats your nerves. It surrounds and hems you in.” I know exactly what he means. Malaysia is home to the largest and noisiest species of cicada. When I first heard them, I thought one of our neighbours had started up a chainsaw! I’ve never got used to it. The sound of the cicadas and the boom of the frogs make the nights here extremely raucous. That together with the humid heat can indeed make one feel hemmed in. Thank goodness for air conditioning, which they wouldn’t have had when Somerset Maugham was travelling around Asia.

City of contrasts

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We are in KL for a couple of days and yesterday I did my usual recce round one of the huge shopping centres for things we can’t get in Ipoh. While waiting for the shuttle back to the hotel, I was struck by the diversity of the people entering and leaving the main entrance. There were Malay women almost all wearing the hijab though some wear tight jeans and basketball shoes too, there were young Chinese women wearing the shortest of shorts (appropriate in this climate!), there were Muslim women from other countries veiled from head to toe in black, and there were the sleek women sweeping through the doors on their high heels, designer carrier bags swinging from their arms. In the midst of all this, was the cleaner whose job it is to mop the front steps. He is probably from Bangladesh or Nepal and earns less in a month than what one of those women disappearing into shiny Mercedes had just spent on one designer purchase. To cap it all off, a bright yellow Hummer vehicle swept onto the forecourt driven by an overweight, balding middle-aged man, displaying his mid-life crisis by driving a car completely unsuited to the frenetic KL traffic.

Blue skies

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Today is my first full day in our new accommodation and so far, so good. It is peaceful and quiet. I have the sliding doors onto the balcony open and all I can hear is the birds. I spent a few hours getting the kitchen organised and mopped the floor when I had all the cupboards arranged to my satisfaction. So I was extremely hot by the end of the morning! I remedied that with a swim in the complex’s pool, which I had to myself. I did a few lengths on my back, which gave me a good view of the clear, blue sky and the towering white clouds. It was early enough for the water to still be a refreshing temperature. I’ve kept my damp togs on since returning to the flat so not only am I relaxed but I am still cool.

Moving on

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Readers of this blog know that we have been plagued by the noise generated by the theme park that Sunway developed adjacent to the housing estate that we presently live on. We’ve had enough! So we are moving to a condominium (which is a fancy word for what is really a flat) on a golf course in another part of Ipoh. We hope it will be quieter and more pleasant over there. We have a balcony that overlooks the golf course and the large trees that surround it. Although we will no longer be living in a house, we have two spare bedrooms and bathrooms. You are welcome to visit.

Red means stop …

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… not always, not if you don’t feel like it, and almost definitely not if you’re a motor cyclist in Ipoh. When you approach an amber light as I did this morning on my way to the supermarket, you should check your rear-view mirror to make sure you won’t get bashed by the car behind you if you decide to stop. I stopped because there wasn’t a car directly behind me but the motorcycles to my left didn’t hesitate – they went through the red light at great speed – and clearly never had any intention of stopping. When the light turned green for me, I took a long pause because four cars came through the intersection after their light had turned red and mine had turned green. The photo above is of a warning sign (‘berhenti’ means ‘stop’ in Malay) at our local petrol station. It clearly has absolutely no effect (and is nicely ungrammatical as well!) I made it to the supermarket and back unscathed as you know because you’re reading this post.

Watching a TV series in Malaysia

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I have never acquired a taste for reality TV and have not watched a single episode of American Idol or Master Chef. However, I did follow The Good Wife while living in New Zealand and when I saw that it was to be shown here, I decided to record it using our Astro box. The package we pay for provides hundreds of channels and a recording device. I find it all a little bewildering because there is no printed TV guide and their website only lists that day’s programmes. I saw the ad for The Good Wife by chance while Jim was watching some sport. The ad claimed the show was appearing on Malaysian TVs “the day after it was screened in the US”! Much more bewildering though was the order in which they screened the episodes here: episode 1 was not The Good Wife at all but some other show, all good with episode 2, then we skipped to episode 4 with episode 3 screening the following week, and so it went on. I never got to see episode 21 at all and it was with relief that I finally watched episode 22. If that is how the series was broadcast in the US I will eat my proverbial hat!