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Ipoh or Bust

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I s 5am morning or night? It was dark outside. Does that have a bearing on that dilemma? I'm not sure. I'd not been to Ipoh (Perak, Malaysia) since my old mate Jules had flown over to visit his father's grave in God⁶s Little Acre, Batu Gajah. That was way back in 2017. It's now 2024. Jules has since joined his father, not in Perak but in whichever haven old white lovers of Asia go to when they die. At the start of the journey, and in my naivety, I had expected some Bogartian quip, perhaps regarding buckling up, bumpy rides and whistling, but no. This was Malaysia.  Different culture. In total, it took just over two hours and a half to transverse the Malaysian North/South Highway, then the back roads,  from Kuala Lumpur to Ipoh. We’d edged alongside the undulating mountain range which dissects the Malay Archipelago (the Titiwangsa Mountains), oil palm plantations and, in-car conversations which had, inevitability, revolved around food and kopi (coffee). Both of which Ipo

Grandpa & Tyger

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  Many of you will know that we have been moving. Specifically moving from a highrise apartment (on the 23rd floor) to a landed, terraced, property, where we have our feet firmly on the ground. That property, however, has come with its attendant domestic felines (cats). One, rather moth-eaten and battle-worn, elder cat, we have named (for want of anything more appropriate), ‘Grandpa’, out of respect for his age, dignity and standing in the local cat community. The other we've named ‘Tyger’ in honour of William Blake and that moggy's distinctive markings. The two mammals could not be more dissimilar. Grandpa mostly sits on the right side wall, during the day. At night he perches on one of the rooftops like the painting by Impressionist Pierre Bonnard (Le chat blanc aka The White Cat, 1894). He is emperor, surveying his domain, living out his last days in relative peace and tranquillity. His fighting days are done. Tyger (ah,Tyger) on the other hand, is a contender. Tyger believe

Welcome to my new blog

Welcome to my new blog. After spending practically four years adrift I am washed up on pleasant shores. Do join me on my new adventuring. Martin