tRuLy MaLaYsIa..
I just got back from my 'farm house' in Rompin. Y farm house? Well it's a house (shop hse), surrounded by farm house like things-chickens, turkeys, cows, dogs and snakes. ;-) so neway I had great fun down there, with all my cousins and my friend, Pinache, a fren from London. At first before going there we had already warned her about how badly developed that place was- only 2 rows of shops, with no junk food shop around so that when she saw the real thing (4 rows of shops and lots of Mamak stalls), it wouldn't look so bad to her. Thankfully the drive down there with thick tropical forests surrounding us didn’t scare her enough to drive us back to KL.
Nevertheless we reached there, and surprisingly she loved the two days stay there. She spends about 10 pounds shopping there, saw the friendly neighborhood, how the real diversity of culture and how visiting was done. In fact the night before her last day there, we had a big street party (not like Bangsar but the Rompin style-at the end of the road there was a big platform built for lion dance and other shows), and at the same time a Indian chariot came out and the shows were voluntarily stopped to give way to the other ceremony. It was simple enough, and yet everyone was saying-these are the true Malaysians. There was a cultural clash and yet, they can compromise.
And on the final day, before she left, she said the true Malaysia lies in the rural areas of Malaysia, and not in the big cities. And I for once, could not agree more..
Nevertheless we reached there, and surprisingly she loved the two days stay there. She spends about 10 pounds shopping there, saw the friendly neighborhood, how the real diversity of culture and how visiting was done. In fact the night before her last day there, we had a big street party (not like Bangsar but the Rompin style-at the end of the road there was a big platform built for lion dance and other shows), and at the same time a Indian chariot came out and the shows were voluntarily stopped to give way to the other ceremony. It was simple enough, and yet everyone was saying-these are the true Malaysians. There was a cultural clash and yet, they can compromise.
And on the final day, before she left, she said the true Malaysia lies in the rural areas of Malaysia, and not in the big cities. And I for once, could not agree more..
