Block Party

Trip Start Jun 04, 2011
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Flag of Malaysia  , Pulau Pinang,
Thursday, June 9, 2011



This morning everyone seemed to materialise downstairs at the same time.



Dan looking very pensive.

 

Never leave home without an Esperantist or two.


We were due at Ivy's place for a block party - Chinese style.



But we got in a few drinks at my local first.




Basically lots of stalls with woks set up in a big shed.  And surprisingly enough... table service for the beers.



After lunch for some reason I decided another trip to Justco was in order. Probably my mission was to buy some shorts with zipped pockets. Essential for travel in hot climates but not that easy to find.





A few of the others came along too.  On the way I spotted a stall selling dragon fruit.  One of my favourite tropical fruits... and one of the most interesting.  Great colour and great texture.





As Tim and I had already been there once it was inevitable that we'd try to walk it. The walk was actually a couple of kilometres and the weather's usually a fair bit hotter than Hobart's so we were pretty happy when we saw this bloke selling coconuts.  Lop off the top, in with a straw and some ice and presto.



A bit of local fauna.  Luckily this fellow was on the other side of a ditch or I'd have been running.



Back again.

There was only Tim and I left for the walk back.  Everyone else had gotten a lift with James; that left Tim and me to walk once my backpack was full.



The weather didn't help but the worst was that they don't bother building a footpath when they build roads over here. It's actually a disgrace.



Our hotel, the Summit, in the distance.



Our mountain and our hotel finally visible in the distance.



And this?  We're not sure what it was supposed to be but for the last few years it's been empty and abandoned.  And not the only huge abondoned building in the area either.  Apparently the bloke that built it went broke... so what do they do?  Just leave these empty monstosities dotted around the place.



I think Tim has correctly assessed the situation... with those cars coming around a blind corner at speed... there's no way we'll be crossing the road here.  And we'd run out of any sort of pedestrian space as well so we'll have to retreat.

We had to hurry back as we were due at Ivy's place before long. Weirdly enough it was about then that I got a message from Kirsha wondering whether we wanted to join them on the island... doesn't anyone tell them anything?

By the time we got to Ivy's I was really beginning to weaken and dreading having to say anything my voice was so bad.

You'd think a wedding taking up almost a whole suburban block would be easy enough for the taxi-driver to find but there was another similarly big wedding this week-end - if not two.

So what was the celebration at Ivy's?  (Remember, the actual wedding day is tomorrow...) Good question. For one thing it was an opportunity to invite all the neighbours for a feed. And I suppose it has the nice effect of dragging the wedding out for an extra day - if it's so much fun why not have two - or three - days of it?



We were rather spoilt with Ivy's family bringing us drinks and food and fruit.  The fellow in red is one of Ivy's brothers.



Ivy's father (on the right) sitting out in the tent in the middle of the street.



Ivy's other brother.



And now back inside Ivy's living room.



Ivy looking particularly tropical.

There was plenty of food - catered for, along with staff to serve it in a big tent on the street.

And plenty of beer. James and Ivy also had the forethought to provide us with some vodka. An interesting Indonesian brand as it turned out.

Of course the table of Australians was the last to leave. David though tried to abandon ship by walking home but Ivy's father found out and jumped into his car to go and rescue him and Kirsha from the bands of robbers that would, by all accounts, have way-laid them.





At around midnight Ivy got changed into her pyjamas. Apparently James was also supposed to go pajama but I think he made the correct choice when he refused as Ivy had a nice pink silky pair.... whereas James' were the stripey sort that those patients sneaking a fag outside the Royal seem to favour.



Chinese weddings are obviously fun...

We were expecting some sort of ancient pajama fertility ritual but Ivy just did a practice of the next day's wedding service. For a while we thought that because James refused to don the jimjams Ivy was doing the actual wedding service by herself.



Check out the high heels.





This all must have some meaning... but lost on us though.



Yes, it was a tiring day... and hot...  ever seen a dog this tired before?

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Comments

Ivy on

Mum forgotten to get me a kitchen shoes (high shooes), so I have to put on my cool shoes.. hahha..

spesbona
spesbona on

The footpath is just that - a path made by the passage of many feet..!

budz888
budz888 on

Not in Australia.

helen han on

much more traditional than Chinese weddings nowadays

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