Another Jump
We returned to Jump Street near Jaya One, on Malaysia Day. A post-call day for me, so I wasn't really geared up to jump. Good thing that we went with our buddies with a total of 6 children. They more or less looked after themselves.
I was late to arrive - Anita went straight to the place from Gombak - and before I arrives, Anita called me to say that Irfan twisted his ankle. As usual, when there was trouble, he would be looking for Daddy.
I spent the next couple of hours carrying him around. To be fair, his ankle had started to swell by then. He would be extra manna for the rest of the week I was sure.
We ended the session by a late lunch at Raju's, with me carrying Irfan around throughout. I must have more calories during that afternoon than the rest of the year!
His ankle looked much better this morning and last night, he was able to walk a bit more. Still manja though.
Up and Down
It was a hectic couple of days of driving. After sorting out my ward on Thursday, I drove up to Penang for my Aunt's send off. Straight to the airport as she had already embarked from her home, spending a night at the Tabung Haji Hotel in Bayan Lepas. That certainly cut down on her travel time as traveling after office hours from Sungai Petani could be a nightmare.
I arrived at around 5 pm, joining my Mum at the hotel. Next came my turn to find a place to stay for that night. It wasn't that hard since there were a fair few hotels near the airport. A quick net search got me a decent deal at Equatorial, about 15 minutes drive away.
I then took my Mum to the hotel for her to catch a rest as she had been with my Aunt for the past couple of weeks, helping her out with her packing and sorting out her house in Sungai Petani. She went to sleep until Maghrib, she was that tired.
Then we joined my Aunt and Uncle again at the TH Hotel while waiting for another Aunt and her family to come visit. Tabung Haji had prepared seating areas for families to say their goodbyes, complete with shades and fans, as well as stalls to buy food. Very comfortable, not like the old days .... more on that on another entry reminiscing on the time when I sent off my late Grandfather in the early 80s.
Pak Teh
That took us to around 10 pm. It was then that the real crowd built up. The car park was almost full and the resting area was filled to the brim. My Uncle asked if I could take him for dinner. Apparently about 20 years ago, he came across a seafood restaurant near Batu Maung, not far from Bayan Lepas.
The challenge was to get to the place place had changed a lot in the last few years. Luckily we saw a sign heading into Batu Maung town, pointing the way to Kampung Teluk Tempoyak.
The restaurant was about to close but when they saw my Uncle's Hajj tag, the owner quickly asked if we wanted anything. He then cooked some fresh ikan bakar and crab for us. It was the bomb!
It was almost midnight when we finally settled back into the hotels. Mum again hit the deck soon after. It was going to be another long day tomorrow ...