We were supposed to go up to Maxwell Hill/Bukit Larut/Kopi Sua this morning.
But this CCB news forced me to stay home :
TAIPING: Blooming tulips on Bukit Larut have been drawing thousands of holidaymakers to the hill this past week.
Kreaaakkkk ptuiiii! Of all day, why must they feature this today? I am so not gonna jostle with thousands of holidaymakers. There is nothing worse than going to touristy places during Chinese New Year. Last Sunday, on the first day of Chinese New Year, my crazy sons wanted to go skateboarding. So, we dropped them at the Municipal Park, thinking that no Chinese can be found in parks on a Chinese New Year day.
But noooooo….they were there in throngs, dressed in their sparkling beaded, sequined, lacey, flowery qi-paos and whatnots, sitting on the brown, dead grass eating kueh kapit! We would have been caught in a half-hour jam just to get out of the park! Lucky, my hubby, the stuntman, drove against the traffic on the one-way lane and get out from the other end.
My whole island is infested with tourists. Which leaves me with nothing but hugging the bolster, my toddler, husband, cans of Carlsberg, jars of pineapple tarts (alternately) and do nothing but whine ‘sienzzzzzz.
Oh ya, I also hugged a buffalo! Meet my keatah gu. We, Penang people call Kedah-ans, keatah gu which means kedah’s cow/buffaloes because long time ago, the whole state was occupied by lots of buffaloes which were used for paddy farming. Sadly, I can’t find a single real buffalo to take photo with. Only this cardboard thingie from the Kedah Paddy Museum.
Back to eating Chinese New Year cookies, drinking shandy, bugging my poor hubby and whining.