Over the recent months of travel and adventure the thought of going back to Ipoh had occasionally surfaced in my mind. Surfaced like the penalty card from a black suit in a mental game of visit poker. I’d frequently managed to sweep what always appeared as a court knave from the black suit of clubs away into a nook or cranny of my travel mind. I’d met with moderate success . It was squeezed between two other taller, wider, fatter cards in my ‘cards of life’ stack. With the Siam Reap and Phnom Penh cards now dealt out onto the table of reality it sat there in full ‘my turn’ view.
So it was with some trepidation that I made the bus trip from KLIA to Ipoh on a dark Wednesday night toward the end of March 08. A journey that I had made many times in the past after a holiday or sometimes a business visit. Then, it was returning home. This was different. I no longer had a place that I could call my home and Ipoh life had become something of the past. However it was still a home for a decade of acquaintances and several wonderful circles of friends.
Within days it had transformed itself from the Jack of Clubs to a pleasure ride. I cycled, met friends, laughed, drank beer, ate favorite foods, socialized and closed on open business of personal, legal and financial natures.
Down The Road 