For those interested in colonial nostalgia (where's Davita??)
Suffolk House....Now THAT'S what I'm talking about.....
Thanks for the link papaya...it is bookmarked for reference for our next visit.
Nostalgia indeed...the Lone Pine Beach restaurant where playing footsie under the table only got one's shoes filled with sand! (pre birth-control pill).
The permeating frangipanni smell that once, in Vancouver, I mistook for POT!
The girl that refused my ticket at the Penang Palais de Dance... Yup, you bought tickets to dance with girls...it was their income.
I confess I was an unattractive runt then but...she did not know that, in 2008, I would be voted 'Most Sexy Man' in Peurto Vallarta .
(It was a sympathy vote for the old guy and I bribed the all-female jury. Seems cash trumps biceps.)
Sitting in the Mess at Minden Barracks drinking Tiger Tops then calling for curry ayam and roti. A taxi would arrive with the food stash and we paid the driver. I cannot fathom the smell in that taxi on return to Georgetown.
Getting the little monkeys 'mabok' in the Mess at Butterworth. They would steal the beer left unattended.
Driving the jungle route to KL with a sten gun on our lap...knowing we didn't even know how to fire it. Not even sure it had bullets.
Attending the Volunteer 'meet the local ladies' dance in Bukit Mertajam, where I fell in love with a telephone operator, and married within a year in Singapore. Divorced in UK 22 years later.
Sitting otside the E & O watching the Hoy Peloy inside...could not afford to enter but dreamt...maybe one day.
Taking-off from Butterworth in a Vampire training jet. (I was not yet a pilot but it encouraged me) Swooping low over Penang, buzzing fishing boats to Langkawi and returning at jungle tree-top height past Alor Star, and landing.....then off for more Tiger Tops.
All great memories of Penang (The Pearl) but nostalgia prevails, only in ones mind.
David