9 to 5 (8 hours) is how long we travelled from Redang Island to Penang. After we hopped on the car at the jetty, we aren’t sure where we are heading. We only make up our mind at the junctions in Machang and Grik respectively. Decided to drive straight home.
Why? Because there is no place like home.
Home is where your shit comes out easier and faster.
Home is where you feel extra shiok and clean after a shower.
Home is where your smelly pillow, bolster and blanket smells heavenly.
I had been to places far and near. Stayed at all sorts of hotels. From 5-star to small huts. No matter how posh their bath tubs and bathroom are, there is no place like my own tiny shower cubicle.
No matter how expensive their American Standard toilet bowls are, I love my own toilet. I can read the newspapers and books in my ventilated, brightly lighted toilet in peace.
No matter how expensive their imported toileteries are, I want my own range of toileteries and toothpaste.
No matter where I go, Penang is my home.
Chewah, photo taken from moving car on the Penang Bridge, through my car window tinted glasses. Horizon straight or not? I am so proud of this photo because 700 other photos I took are all senget (tilted)! Damn, I gotta spend some time un-sengeting back the horizon before I can put up photos of Redang.