Doughnut kebabs for breakfast, now we're talking
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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We decided to make the best of it and go for breakfast while we were here. We found the supermarket, including funnily enough the 'UK section’ stocking a whole shelf of Heinz baked beans, along with staples like Chicken Chasseur packet mix, salad cream, bread mix and Bisto. Andrew also loitered around the wine section wondering whether or not to buy some gin for 2 pounds. We got some strawberry yoghurt and then visited the ‘fresh food’ counter Andrew got a Nasi Goreng rice box (fried rice with fish) and Satay chicken stick wrapped in banana leaf, myself being the classy one went for a jam doughnut and a doughnut kebab – well I miss Gregg’s (not my brother but the bakery). (Andrew edit - Well i miss Gregg more than Greggs but thats your sister for you mate).
Our last stop on our sightseeing tour was ‘Little India’ a riotous place full of gold shops and sari shops. As it was quite early a lot of the stalls were just opening up but the Bollywood music was already being played full blast. We wandered down JI Masjid, and looked around the markets mostly which appeared to be selling head scarves and fabric. It was all brightly coloured clothes and the pungent aroma of curry filling the streets. It took me all my effort to keep Andrew from ordering a Roti Canai or three. Sensing rain in the air we went back to the hostel to shelter and no sooner did we get back to our room than the heavens opened and the streets were deluged. We took the opportunity to do a bit more planning with our great internet service then went back to the food court for some more dumplings and roast pork with rice. We got back and watched Michael Jackson’s ‘This Is It’ (which we enjoyed to be honest) before we packed up and set the alarm for moving on to Singapore to harass Cheryl and Siong, our old housemates for a while
We were so looking forward to seeing them as it had been almost 2 years since we last saw them and they moved to Singapore. They had also got married in the meantime and we couldn’t make the wedding so we had loads to catch up on over a few Chang’s or ten. Also Siong’s daughter, Qien Ying had moved in with them in their new place so we were dying to meet her too having heard lots about her. A long awaited reunion was on the cards.