In the last few days for no obvious reasons I had this feeling of going back to Kuantan. At this age one at time became emotional on small happening like this. I guessed its part of growing old when memories came flooding back from time to, nostalgic indeed. I just wanted to go to Kuantan, my hometown, a small town on the east-coast of Peninsular Malaysia, a town where I was born in 1939 and grew up. Then start working at the beginning of my working life until I left for a greener pasture in 1967. I would come back to Kuantan from time to time to visit my parents, relatives or friends. So this time I told my spouse that I wanted to go to Kuantan and she say just to go ahead but she could not go with me as she usually did. It was all right for me. A relative who did a regular visit to Kuantan where they have a condo there say they are going there and invite me to come along.
So this morning I decided not to drive but to hitch a ride in their car. We left KL at just past nine in the morning. It was raining heavily and it stops when we got into the Karak Highway. Since I was not driving I just sat and enjoy the trip while chatting along. They say they had to make many stops on the way and I told them it is all right with me. The first stop was the town of Temerloh and had lunch at the old Rest House and then move on where they made another stop on the way. We eventually arrived in Kuantan at just before four in the afternoon. I check in at the Vistana Hotel, the hotel that I call home here. Had a rest and a cup of coffee and start typing this. The weather here is fine. I would be going out for dinner and then would call the day off. Tomorrow would do some adventure in and around the town.
On the left are images of the hotel room professionally designed.and I just loved it.
Have a nice day.