A Hunger for History?

I was curious about historical Melaka; the boring stuff that hadn’t captured my interest at school. So it was understandable my daughter wasn’t impressed when I wanted to visit old Portuguese churches and the museum.

Same place, KL a decade later

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While I dragged my youngest daughter through Sumatra, my two older daughters were touring Canada with their dad.

The End of the Malaysian Road

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We left our African home five months ago, and as our new destination was on the horizon, I tried to prepare my daughters for a slower, less stimulating pace of life that awaited. They told me they didn’t want to go to Australia. They wanted to stay in Malaysia.

Kauntan and the South China Sea

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Moving south to Kuala Lumpur, we only spent a day in this exciting city. I liked the mix of Chinese, Malay and South Indian in a modern Asian city, but I’d have to reserve that experience for another time.

Letters from the Past – Penang

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With our Sumatra tour over, we flew to Kuala Lumpur, but I’m thinking back to my first visit to Malaysia, before the daughter I dragged through Sumatra was born.

We had left India for Bangkok and flown north to Penang, staying in Tanjung Bungah, eleven kilometres from Georgetown. Our upstairs room in a Chinese family’s house, overlooked the Malacca Strait.