A little kampung

This weekend without Ney around, I followed my ex-colleague (who just resigned on Friday) and a good friend went back to her hometown, Bedok at Johor. I have no idea this place existed until I stepped foot in it. It is an amazing kampung, I have to say. The whole kampung doesn't look it belongs to this fast paced generation, everything is still looks so original. This is a chinese settlement village and is still looks like it hasn't changed much for the past 20/30 years, the old wooden houses especially captured my attention as it brings back childhood memories, and there is only one petrol station, one public clinic (which isn't open for 24 hours), a police station, no shopping complex, plenty of kopitiam (uncles' cafe), one big football field, one multipurpose hall for weddings or gatherings or performances and one famous waterfall. I only spent an hour finished exploring the whole kampung in motorcycle.

I need to talk about the food here too, the 'lou su fan' was the first thing I tried, and though it looks super simple yet it is so delicious and it just taste like mum's cook. And the black dish is pig's intestine, one of my favourite part of pig; the fried dish, it ain't no fried chicken wings or any part of a chicken, it's fried baby birds 🐦. Yes, when I first heard I am astonished someone would eat them, but it taste good, better than I thought it would be.

Let's move on to the nature, this kampung has very low pollution, which I really appreciate. The air is fresh. There is midst at night and in the morning. All these are rare now. One more thing worth mentioning is, all three races do live peacefully together in this kampung, and can you imagine when was the last time when you can go to bed without locking your door at night? I just experienced it in the past 2 nights. 

The population of this kampung is really small and mostly are old parents and young children, very few working adults stay back, whoever stays back are because they are taking over their parents' business. Many of them have their own durian field, and mainly export their products to Singapore. This is a good business for the locals as we know Singaporean are eaters. Sadly, I don't eat durian. I love mangosteen, and my friend's dad purposely went and plucked for me and they taste amazing.

I really glad I made the decision to go there. It's absolutely out of my comfort zone to go somewhere with a friend I just met and have became very good friend. It's tired to travel and spending time out and about, but all the memories and experiences are precious. And the people I met along the way is one in a life time too, I might and might not see them again, but yet the they were once in my life and accompanied me in one of my memories.

I gotta note this memory down, because it is precious to me.