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The Moran Clan Comes to Malaysia for Chinese New Year!

Updated on November 24, 2012

Chinese New Year.

All the cousins bar 3. Plus 2 in-laws. New Year's Day evening in Eldest Uncle's house. Just snacking.
All the cousins bar 3. Plus 2 in-laws. New Year's Day evening in Eldest Uncle's house. Just snacking. | Source

Time to go - gathering the clan.

I had always wanted to bring my kids to meet their Malaysian relatives, but the logistics were too complicated. When they were young and in school, there wasn't enough money for that huge trip. Later, when they'd finished school, they had social schedules that did not fit mine.

And then, still later, the family flew to all corners of the world. At least, one married a beautiful Japanese girl and went to live in Japan, and the youngest preferred to live in England where he had gone through school. One married daughter went off with her husband and 1 year old to live in Rhode Island, the eldest son moved to New Jersey, and only the second daughter stayed in New York.

Then one day, I decided IT WAS TIME! There was enough money. Before everybody got too old to care about relatives or enjoying quality time with extended family, we had to go. So I called all around and said, 'Pack your bags. We're going to Malaysia!' That was that, the matriarchal directive. We were going for Chinese New Year, 2009, which would be Monday, January 26th.

Three siblings,Ben and Tara from NY, with Danny in the middle.   In a mall decorated for Chinese New Year.
Three siblings,Ben and Tara from NY, with Danny in the middle. In a mall decorated for Chinese New Year. | Source

Arrivals at Kuala Lumpur

We all arrived. The elder daughter, Jasmine, with husband Leo and 1 year old Ronan, arrived from England, where they had gone to spend Christmas. They came early, Jan. 9th., to have a few days in romantic Pulau Langkawi, an island north of Penang, while waiting for the rest of us.

The two from Japan, Vincent and Remi, came next, 3 days later, and joined the ones in Langkawi for two days. Then came little brother Danny from London, who could not leave at the same time as Jasmine and Leo.

Next came the three from JFK, Jan. 14th.: myself with Ben and Tara; miraculously we bumped into Danny at the airport. We had known he was arriving on the same day, but not at the same time nor on the same airline, so we did not know what terminal he was supposed to have landed at. We three were discussing where to go when up popped Danny, looking lost. Talk about a reunion! We had not seen him since Christmas 2007. Danny will always be the little brother.

My sister had booked a van to pick us up from the airport, so it was a comfortable ride from Subang to Kuala Lumpur, where she had rented an apartment for eight adults and a child for 17 days. Getting that apartment was serendipitous. She had not known where to put so many of us. We had a lot of family, but not one could take eight adults and a child! We would have had to be separated into several lots, which would have made us very unhappy..

Intrepid frontierswoman that she was, she walked up to the guardhouse of an apartment block and asked if anybody was renting out an apartment. It so happened somebody was looking for a short term tenant. Done deal! The owner hurriedly filled the apartment with the requisite number of mattresses (there were already two double beds) a few kitchen utensils and a washing machine. The aunts and uncles supplied the rest - pillows, bed linen, crockery, cutlery.



Ben and Danny, on balcony of apartment.  My sister's house was about half a mile away.
Ben and Danny, on balcony of apartment. My sister's house was about half a mile away. | Source

All Together Again.

Well , the contingent from Pulau Langkawi arrived back in Kuala Lumpur and found their way to their aunt's house, from whence they were transported to our apartment. Another grand joyful reunion. We had not seen Vincent and Remi in a couple of years. Ronan was petted and passed around, basking in the attention. And there were pictures of Langkawi to show.


top: Langkawi sunset  bottom left:  Remi with unidentified living object  (I think it might be the strangling fig) on jungle trail bottom right : Leo sharing banana with Ronan.
top: Langkawi sunset bottom left: Remi with unidentified living object (I think it might be the strangling fig) on jungle trail bottom right : Leo sharing banana with Ronan. | Source
Jasmine and Leo
Jasmine and Leo | Source
Jasmine with Ronan.  Tara is partly seen.
Jasmine with Ronan. Tara is partly seen. | Source
Ronan in Kuala Lumpur with his soccer ball.
Ronan in Kuala Lumpur with his soccer ball. | Source

No time for jet lag.

Our flight from New York had taken nearly 30 hours, and Danny's, half that. The Langkawi returnees had had a few days to adapt their clocks. Nobody had time to examine their jet-lag. We were not meeting the relatives till the next day, so off we went, out of the apartment compound, to the rows of eating shops next door. We were like a class of boarding school kids let loose from supervision. Here we are, in the photos to the right. We are in an Indian coffee shop-restaurant where we ordered roti canai, lime juice and teh tarik. Danny ordered satellite-launching hot dishes. We watched him melt from the heat of them.

Ronan loved being in the apartment where he could play with his favorite toy, a soccer ball. He's completely into cars now.

After our dinner, we one by one succumbed to jet-lag, with no more strength to ignore it. Having sorted out the sleeping arrangements, we showered, dropped, and passed out and slept the sleep of the just.


Danny's Coconut

Danny's life-long ambition was to see a real live coconut tree and hold a whole coconut in his hand. So, the next morning, after a scrumptious breakfast of various Indian and Chinese dishes in the shops next door, Tai-Yee (Eldest Aunt, my sister) came with her van and driver and whisked us off to a coconut plantation, and Danny's dream came true.

Co-co-coconut

Danny and his coconut.
Danny and his coconut. | Source

Meeting the Cousins.

The cousins took to one another at first sight. It was as if they'd know one another all their lives. There were 3 cousins missing - one in Singapore, his sister in Chicago (my younger sister's children) and another had recently been home and had gone back to Queensland. That left six Wong cousins and five Morans. Then there were Leo, Jasmine's husband, and Remi, Vincent's wife. .All instant good friends. It warmed my and my siblings' hearts.


Happy group at dinner in Chinese restaurant.
Happy group at dinner in Chinese restaurant. | Source

We met with the Wongs frequently, for lunch, dinner, short trips and in between. I was very happy to be home, of course, and my kids were absolutely enamoured of the country and its people, especially their relatives

It was wonderful that my younger brother's two children were home from Australia for Chinese New Year. My second brother's second son, Kevin, had gone back there. My youngest brother's son was home from West Australia for the celebrations. The other children live and work in Kuala Lumpur, so there was a lot of bonding going on to make up for lost time. And Ronan, the only child among us, lapped up all the attention.


Main photo:  before boarding the little plane for  Pulau Tioman. Clockwise from R. coming in to Tioman;  sunset through the coconut leaves;  Vincent loves getting in hot water!; the two eldest of their generations, Ben and Ronan; Jasmine and Vincent.
Main photo: before boarding the little plane for Pulau Tioman. Clockwise from R. coming in to Tioman; sunset through the coconut leaves; Vincent loves getting in hot water!; the two eldest of their generations, Ben and Ronan; Jasmine and Vincent. | Source

Downtime in Pulau Tioman.

It was inevitable, with us being on vacation and the relatives not, that we would be off on our own sometimes. My younger sister came up from Singapore a few days before Chinese New Year, and we three sisters went off to the casino in Genting Highland. The kids were not about to.

Jasmine and Leo had been once to the island of Tioman off the east coast of Malaysia and had fallen in love with it. So that was where the kids went off to, flying in the little shuttle plane from Kuala Lumpur. The flight time was 30 minutes. The ferry crossing in the South China Sea would have taken over two hours, with everybody getting sicker than a dog. I have yet to experience a rougher stretch of water.

The kids unwound in the island, swimming, snorkeling, exploring the jungle trails and just lazing. They got over their hectic previous days' schedules and came back 3 days later fully rested.

The following pictures are of Pulau (Island) Tioman.

Bali Hai

Top L to R: Jasmine, Leo and Ronan on the verandah of their rental hut;  Tara and Danny;  Remi about to go snorkeling. Bottom L.to R.: everyone except Tara and Danny.  Vincent in his favorite position;  Tara on the verandah of her hut.
Top L to R: Jasmine, Leo and Ronan on the verandah of their rental hut; Tara and Danny; Remi about to go snorkeling. Bottom L.to R.: everyone except Tara and Danny. Vincent in his favorite position; Tara on the verandah of her hut. | Source
The strange beauties of Tioman.
The strange beauties of Tioman. | Source
Jasmine in Pasar Sentral
Jasmine in Pasar Sentral | Source
Tara in the mall, decorated for Chinese New Year
Tara in the mall, decorated for Chinese New Year | Source
Ronan window shopping under his father's watchful eye.
Ronan window shopping under his father's watchful eye. | Source

Ever shopped in Kuala Lumpur?

Nobody could visit the East and come home empty-handed. So it was there were days of shopping in the labyrinthine alleys of Kuala Lumpur. The amount and variety of goods and the quality of workmanship are hard to beat. The favorite hunting ground of tourists is the Central Market, the Pasar Sentral. It is a wonderland, an Aladdin's cave, the rich imaginings of an artist. There are also enough restaurants within that world to satisfy the most fastidious and the most adventurous tastes.


Taman Burung (Bird Park),  Kuala Lumpur.
Taman Burung (Bird Park), Kuala Lumpur.
Lunch in Taman Burung.
Lunch in Taman Burung.
Hello! Danny and Tara and Emu.
Hello! Danny and Tara and Emu.

Off on our own again

Were we doing the touristy thing? Yes and no. We did not follow the crowds, just wherever Tai Yee thought we might like to experience. Off to the Bird Park we went, in two taxis, with no clear meeting point. The taxis set us down in two different locations since the traffic had separated us on the way. The Park has several entrances.

The Bird Park is a huge compound with paths and gardens in all directions. So how would we find the other lot? There was only one cell phone between us all, that Tai Yee had given us to communicate with her or the rest of the family.

There is a small bus that traverses the Park, setting you down at whatever point you want. Up we went, hoping to get some sighting of the lot from the other cab. Twice around the Park, and no sight of them. We decided to get down at the ticketing booth, and there, walking towards us and looking anxiously around, was the rest of them! There is always so much fun and noise when the Morans meet! Explanations, gesticulations, jollity, laughter.

CNY dinner

The youngsters' table, CNY dinner
The youngsters' table, CNY dinner
The oldies' table.
The oldies' table.

Happy New Year!


The big day finally came, everybody was home who should be home. The day started with a wonderful Malaysian breakfast as usual, then the married people had to give 'ang pows' to the unmarried ones. They are little red packets containing any amount of money as gifts for the New Year. My elder sister being unmarried, received a big one from me. Ronan got RM 5, equivalent to about $2.

We spent the day in various happy pursuits - the boys played soccer with the village boys, Remi and Tara swam in the apartment pool, and I read. My sister and brother came at 5pm to fetch us for our reunion dinner in a swank restaurant.

They had ordered multiple dishes for two tables; the oldies at one, and the youngsters, another. How do I describe the dishes? I can't. Just fabulous. And the company was electric.

an ang pow.  These come in various designs, but always are red with gold somewhere.
an ang pow. These come in various designs, but always are red with gold somewhere. | Source
Eldest Uncle tells a joke.
Eldest Uncle tells a joke.
Leo and Remi in stitches
Leo and Remi in stitches

CNY Night

After a dinner of numerous courses (the waiters would keep replacing the emptied dishes with new ones) we packed into several cars and went to my younger brother's (Eldest Uncle, since he is the eldest son) apartment for the rest of the evening. My sister-in-law, Karen, had laid on a lot of Chinese cakes that they all knew I loved. So do my kids. We did justice to her hospitality through the next few hours, snacking and reminiscing, reliving the past, telling stories the kids loved to listen to. And there were also more 'ang pows' for distribution!

Batu Caves

No visit to Kuala Lumpur would be complete without one to the Batu Caves, some 8 miles north. During the second World War, it was an anti-Japanese Communist guerilla hide-out. Later it became a Hindu sacred place which see thousands of devotees on festivals like Thaipusam. There are 272 concrete steps up to the main entrance .But before the steps were made, Hindu devotees, as a sign of repentance for past sins, had to carry heavy burdens call 'kavadi' on their bodies and scale the steep jagged cliffs to the shrine in the topmost grotto.

There are many caves within that network of limestone mountains, some of which are unsafe and closed off to the public.


At the Batu Caves

At the Batu Caves. Top center:  Help!  there are 200 more! top R. , L. to R.: Remi, Vincent, Adeline and Fei. The other  pictures are of various gods.
At the Batu Caves. Top center: Help! there are 200 more! top R. , L. to R.: Remi, Vincent, Adeline and Fei. The other pictures are of various gods. | Source

Jemput Lagi, Au Revoir, Malaysia.

All good things have to make way for reality, and our life in other parts of the world called us back. We left my siblings and families and returned to the US, UK and Japan. Jasmine and family left two days after Chinese New Year, and the rest of us, two days after, on Jan. 30th. My children carried away with them indelible memories of where their mother came from and what helped form her and I came away with the conviction that my family is well and happy and intact and that nothing can shake our unity.

Here are some more images we like of Malaysia.

Top. L; a sign in Pulau Tioman; C. a  thieving monkey; R. a courtesy to western tourists. Bottom L to R.: Ronan admiring tiny red pineapples; a  lizard on a red table in restaurant; Indian cows on the road; Tara with self help book
Top. L; a sign in Pulau Tioman; C. a thieving monkey; R. a courtesy to western tourists. Bottom L to R.: Ronan admiring tiny red pineapples; a lizard on a red table in restaurant; Indian cows on the road; Tara with self help book | Source
A night market, where you can spend hours buying anything under the moon - craftwork, manufactured goods, fresh foods, local cakes and other delicacies, even imported goods. These markets move to different venues on different nights of the week.
A night market, where you can spend hours buying anything under the moon - craftwork, manufactured goods, fresh foods, local cakes and other delicacies, even imported goods. These markets move to different venues on different nights of the week. | Source
some unusual Malaysian treats
some unusual Malaysian treats | Source
Lion Dance, during the 15 days of New Year.
Lion Dance, during the 15 days of New Year. | Source

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    • mizjo profile image
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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Dear Moretea, you're talking about 'santan' that luscious, aromatic concentrated coconut milk that's a prime ingredient in many of our cakes, cookies, curries and 'sweet soups'. It's sold in supermarkets in liquid form in cans and also packaged in powdered form to be reconstituted. They come out quite good in recipes, though I would always prefer the fresh squeezed liquid. For one thing, it has no preservative added.

      I have slept on a coconut leaf mat on nights too warm for a mattress. Yes, the coconut is one of the most useful fruits of nature. Every part of the plant is used.

      I'm sure we'll find a plantation to go wild in.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      It wasn't so long ago that the whole western world blacklisted the coconut and all its derivatives for their 'high saturated fats'. Coconut oil is now touted as a miraculous cure-all for all conditions including Alzheimer's. It's amazing how research can change attitudes.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hi, Dannyboy, hope you liked the coconut water. It has multiple health benefits besides being utterly delicious.

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      dannyboyhub 5 years ago

      Coconuts rule!:)))

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      dannyboyhub 5 years ago

      Wow! Nice! Brings back some special memories, with humour too:)))

      Danny xx

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hey, Greatstuff, nice of you to visit my hub. Yes, that was a grand family reunion. It had been so long since I'd celebrated CNY with my family.

      I loved the tradition when we lived in a small town with Malay and Indian neighbours. On CNY we would gift our non-Chinese neighbours with plates of cakes and biscuits, and on Hari Raya Puasa and Deepavali, we would receive the same from our Malay and Indian friends. It was a peaceful, non-threatening environment that I miss.

      My family lives in KL now and though open house is observed for CNY, I miss the neighbourliness of small town life.

      By the way, I've been reading your hubs and profile. Goodness, you've done a lot with your life. Great job!

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      Mazlan 5 years ago from Malaysia

      Hi mizjo, That was a grand family reunion, and I bet it must have been your best CNY celebration ever! Enjoyed reading this hub and looking forward to more stories on Malaysia.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Oh, loads of them. Wait till you're over here. We'll have a day of photos, an evening of reveries and a night of teh tarik.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Shuling!! Fancy meeting you here! Yes, can't wait to see you.

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      Shuling 5 years ago

      Ah, I'm so bummed I missed out on all the fun! Can't wait to see you all again this July though! :)

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Thank you so much, moretea3. That was a generous comment. I'm sure you'll have a fantastic trip. And give us a peep at the pictures you take there.

      My Olympus has such a small screen I'm ready to upgrade.

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      moretea3 5 years ago

      "...Your colourful holiday photos of Malaysia has [sic] inspired me to plan a trip there. Indeed, Mizjo, your lovely snapshots have got my travelling bug going again. I also have an Olympus digital, which I hope will give me as good, if not better pictures. I still think your article is wonderful! It's written with a warm heart!

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      moretea3 5 years ago

      Hello, Mizjo,

      Your colourful holiday photos of Malaysia has inspired me to plan a trip there. So, I'm very much looking forward to a 2 hours longboat ride upriver, to the 130 million years old tropical rainforests of 'Taman Negara', Malaysia's National Park. Imagine the excitement of watching an indigenous guide imitate the songs and calls of birds and some rare animals. Feeling free like a bird and seeing what they see, high up on a jungle canopy walkway.

      Perhaps, and most exciting of all, even get a rare glimpse of a...

      Tyger!Tyger! Burning bright

      In the forests of the night,

      What immortal hand or eye

      Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

      (The Tyger by William Blake 1757-1827). Go to link,

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXsiW7A--dY

      All on board for a wildlife adventure!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Oh hi, Dana, great to see you here! Thanks for the lovely comment. Do try to get to Malaysia, it's a beautiful country. You do write wonderfully.

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      This is fantastic. You could make it a movie! Great pictures too. I suddenly feel the need to travel. (sorry i took so long to comment on this! silly me!)

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Can't wait to have Ciaran in tow! Maybe Ronan will teach him to climb a coconut tree.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Thanks, Ben, didn't think i'd see you here.

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      Jazbo 5 years ago

      Sweet memories... Nothing compares to family, except perhaps Malaysian food! Can't wait to go back, with Ciaran in tow this time!

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      Ben 5 years ago

      Great post!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      missed 'the ' before 'news'. Shows how 'codswalloped' I am!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Nice to meet you, Ripplemaker. It was an awesome trip. There's nothing like family.

      I'm codswalloped with news! Thanks for letting me know. It's such a surprise. I'm clicking on your link now.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hi, Brainy Bunny, thanks. You should make a trip there. It's a beautiful country full of friendly people. Also make a side trip to Bali with Air Asia. It's a no frills budget line. That's my tip for the day!

      Thanks for visiting my blog.

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      Michelle Simtoco 5 years ago from Cebu, Philippines

      The photos make me feel part of your journey. Thanks for sharing this! It's awesome to read about people getting together and enjoying life!

      Congrats on your Hubnuggets nomination. Join by clicking here http://pattyinglishms.hubpages.com/hubnuggets6/hub...

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      Brainy Bunny 5 years ago from Lehigh Valley, Pennsylvania

      Thanks you for sharing your family's adventures. After rading your hub, I feel like I've been there myself! Beautiful pictures, too.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hey, Kathleen, how nice to see you here. I realised how lovely coconut trees were, during our invasion of the plantation. I guess I never really 'saw' them till I couldn't see them anymore.

      You couldn't think of anyplace tropical without those graceful creations somewhere in the scene. And the juice of the young nuts is the most delicious drink in the world.

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      kathleen 5 years ago

      hello nyee ku. nice story and appreciation of malaysia! i will never again take coconut trees for granted.

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Never did it myself. I guess, with our awareness nowadays, we would whack somebody 's head if we caught him doing that to the creature. But yes, I have seen a lizard drop its tail. Creeped me out.

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      moretea3 5 years ago

      The photo of a lizard reminds me of how a lizard loses its tail, when it feels threatened. The tail wriggles about for short time. It is a distraction used by the lizard as a means to get away.

      Usually, a strip of paper is rolled tight, and folded in the middle, where an elastic band is placed. One hand holds on to the rolled paper, while the other hand stretches the elastic band forward. Next, pull it very tight, aim it at a lizard on the ceiling, then let go. It is like using a slingshot or catapult. Seems rather unkind to the creature, but kids will be kids, until they know better. Would you be fascinated to watch a lizard drop its tail to the floor?

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Soon as my ticket's printed!

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      moretea3 5 years ago

      Now that you have mentioned the fascinating topic of 'pulling tea' - literal translation for 'teh tarik' - I am inspired to make a trip to the Malaysian Hall in London. Yes, to enjoy fried noodle (kway tiao); spicy, sourish rice noodles soup (assam laksa); fragrant 'nasi lemak'; 'kueh serimuka'. And, of course, a couple of glasses of teh tarek. You hungry? Let's go!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      You would be very welcome, Maria. Drop in anytime; teh tarik on the house!

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      maria zulueta 5 years ago

      Exceptionally interesting hub, Mizjo. Makes me want to be there. Maybe I will soon!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Of course! Ronan still says 'kelip kelip'. There were a few trips I didn't write about because the article would have reached to China!

      But that was magical,yes.

      Nice to see you here!

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      Siew Foong 5 years ago

      Hi there, very interesting trip. Wish I had been there during the whole of your visit. Talking of glow-worms, do you remember gliding up the Kuala Selangor river in the still of the night to see the thousands and thousands of twinkling fire-flies all along the river-banks, looking like lit-up Christmas trees? It was really, really awe-inspiring and memorable!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hi there, nice of you to visit my blog!

      Would be great to do the trip again. Now, with all the bone and cartilage supplements we take, and the daily exercises, no bones should start creaking and groaning. Ouch!!!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hi, Glowworm, yes we had a truly wonderful time. We treasure those memories. Some of the pictures are mine. I have a little Olympus Camedia digital camera D-630 zoom.

      Those photos grouped into flats, and the one of Danny and the coconut, are scanned from the souvenir thank-you book they had made for me. Jasmine asked her siblings to send in their favourite photos and she collated them into a lovely Shutterfly Tell-Your-Story book for me.

      I do indeed have a lovely family and I love every minute spent with them. Thanks for dropping by!

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      BotakWong 5 years ago

      Nice. Very nice. I like the way you can collect all your experiences and weave them into a smooth-flowing interesting story, peppered with lovely photos. Time to start thinking about writing a book!

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      Wong Kim Lian 5 years ago

      Love the reminiscing. It's a real nostalgic trip. Do it again before the bones start creaking and groaning.

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      Glowworm 5 years ago

      A good time had by all. Very colourful scenery - great photos. What camera was used to take them? Lovely family indeed!

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      mizjo 5 years ago from New York City, NY

      Hi,Livingpah, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed my post. It was such fun doing it.

      I've just started reading your hubs.

      You're an inspiration to us all. You're plucky and strong and doing much more than a lot of people with all their health. God bless you and all yours.

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      Milli 5 years ago from USA

      Looks like you guys had a great time! Beautiful pictures of your journey. I have enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.