Ipoh, Malaysia

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I was upset when I arrived in Ipoh.  Uncle Peter was dying.  Kristen was in Adelaide.  It was hot and sweaty.  My hotel had run out of beer.  Everything seemed to be closed.  Places that said they were open were closed. It was pissing me off big time.  I contemplated leaving straight away.  Then it grew on me.

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5 thoughts on “Ipoh, Malaysia”

  1. Great find in Ipoh was Aussie Bill who invited us for coffee and entertained us with travel stories for the better part of the hour. Wish we had more time. And wish we had a chance to meet the better half, who was mentioned often and with great love. Hope you are reunited soon and have more fun on the road!

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  2. Very sad to hear about Kristen’s Uncle Peter. She was very close to him.
    But glad to hear that in spite of all your adversities, you are finding wonder in all the places you wander. Much love.

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    1. He was a top bloke Eleanor, a renaissance man, a lover of all good things, graceful and clever but always kind to the stupid and clumsy. I speak from experience. Really, he (along with Tom and a Brian of course) made Kristen the woman we all love.

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.