Dinner yesterday was at Tanjung Malim, a small town just after the Selangor border and into Perak. Yes, I was in Perak yesterday.
Dinner was at a place called Garden Seafood restaurant in Tanjung Malim and well, I don’t really know how to give directions to this place as I used the trunk road from the way of Behrang and not Kuala Lumpur. If you use the trunk road from Behrang it’s just on the left of the road and you will not miss it.
The restaurant is Chinese own I presumed as the dishes are all Chinese style delicacies. However the most of the waiters and waitress are Malay. This place is “halal” as the sign in on the door. The cooks are still Chinese I presume judging from the food and taste.
The order consisted of dry chili mantis prawn, Ah Long Sotong (sweet sour ala Thai), buttered fish slices, onion deer meat and vegetable fried with belacan. The meal cost sixty one bucks and I can only complain bout the deer meat, which could have been frozen too long. It was really delicious and I don’t mind going back another time.
After dinner, my heart almost stopped. No, not because of the delicious methyl mercury, but of something else. It’s coz steed’s sick again. Steed coughed a bit last week, I thought it would be better after things got back to normal but I was wrong.
I was driving a little less than a hundred km/h, when suddenly I felt the gears shifted by itself from four to three. Puzzled and breathless, the N started flashing at a regular interval. I stopped by the roadside for a while and all the gears went haywire. I called steed’s doctor and he said it’s most probably problem with the gear box. I asked a friend and he said he also just changed one which cost him more than eight hundred bucks.
Steed and I got back with minimal problems today before admitting steed for another checkup. This is the first time I had to drive on the north south highway, below a hundred km/h, at about eighty km/h. I lost count how many cars passed by us during the almost two hour ordeal. Normally I would lose count on the number of cars that we pass by.
However at the end, just towards the end of the highway, I managed to overtake an uncle obviously driving a little slower than me.
Lame man.