Back to Uncle Truno's

Uncle Truno has since moved to a saloon very near to our place at Bangsar Village. That really made the hair cutting trips more straight forward. No need to be making house calls any more.

It had been almost a couple of months since the last trim and the boys certainly showed it. Today was a holiday for Sri Utama as there was a swimming event last Saturday. So, we took our time for a quick cut. I couldn't wait and had had my cut at a local mamak last weekend.

Bumped

Earlier this week, our new MPV got hit on the blind side. There was no injury, although Anita was a passenger at the time. The van man moving slowly along a narrow road when a lorry reversed into the left side.

It left us with a big dent and a gash. Police report was done and the van was now in the body shop for the next week. It looked like we had to borrow Anita's parent's car for the boy's school ferry. Sigh ....

Exploring the Bungalows

Fraser's Hill as a settlement had a long colonial history. The British longed for respite every now and then while in Malaya and explored a few areas around the peninsular for some sort of retreat. And Fraser's Hill was one of them.

Unfortunately we being Malaysian, we see the British who once ruled Malaya as "penjajah" or colonist, and as much as we could tried to erase them from our history. Me, personally was always quite an Anglophile and keen to find out a bit more about the history of this place. I was sure it would make a fascinating read. After all, you can't change the past - although a few politician thought that they can!

Intricate set of stairs to negotiate the steep climbI think this one belongs to Telekom MalaysiaDriving around, you could have a feel of how advanced the settlement once was. I was sure 50 years ago, getting up and down the hill was both difficult and dangerous. And dangerous in the sense that there were Communist around and the British learned from the assassination of Sir Henry Gurney.

Despite that, I could see many buildings dating back from those times and more being built from the 70s and 80s. It was well known that Tunku Abdul Rahman used to come here for his holidays - another Anglophile. Many of the colonial buildings from the past had been converted into shops, rest houses and holiday bungalows. They were scattered around the hill, not just at the town center. Most of the bungalows were owned by large companies and these were used for their staffs for short breaks. Unfortunately, again due to economy and sign of the times, most looked to be in disarray. those which well-maintained looked empty even at this time of the year.

This one looks privately owned and well-maintainedKinda liked this one ....We ended up taking a peek as nobody was in ...Nice little pavilion to look down onto the valleyInitially we planned to rent one of the bungalows - Bungalow Rompin - but unfortunately since my brother-in-law was not able to join us, we decided against it and stayed at the Smokehouse instead, which happened to be just around the corner. On one of the afternoons, Anita and I drove around to explore some of the bungalows for rent, took the phone numbers and photos. Definitely interesting but certainly not a place to come with your elderly parents. But it looked fun to come with a few friends.

Fresh ....Stalking some more ...The message was clear ....Anita told me that during her childhood, the Armed Forces had a bungalow here as well where she stayed with her cousins. We found the place during the drive and it was located just up the hill from where we stayed. We also explored a couple of other bungalows around there.

Lost Again

It was getting excruciating every weekend now. Even though we were playing a relegation struggler in Sunderland, I got a feeling that United would come undone. And I was proven right again.

What was devastating was the manner of the loss. We were hardly in the tie. We conceded first but managed to equalise. Came the second half, the complexion of the game changed when Big Sam Allerdyce somehow managed to suss out our tactics.

Sunderland played with a higher line and United just couldn't keep hold of the pace. We were behind again, deservedly so in the final 10 minutes. Added to that, we lost Darwin through dislocated shoulder.

It looked like the rumour mill would be churning double quick with the latest loss. A lot would be written about the arrival of Mourinho and at the rate we were going, that might just be a relief.

Certainly not looking forward to the next game ....

It Was Now Called Nom

Don't ask me why, the the cafe which we went to at Bangsar Village In which was called F.East had changed again now, and with a facelift it was called Nom. Same staffs, wit an almost identical menu - they still don't the superb pandan chiffon cake - the decor and seats had all been replaced.

So, I tried them last week with Anita when we were out for lunch. The food was still good. I must say that the pasta - which was homemade - was excellent.

I preferred the decor when it was called F.East still. It was very 70s back then, with a touch of art nuovo. But the cafe was still as roomy as before. Might stop there again far a quick coffee so accessible and relaxing as they were.

The cafe was located on the first floor of Bangsar Village II, a floor up from the sky bridge linking it to the main Bangsar Village.