It was a short trip for everyone except for Azeim (for reasons to be revealed next update). He is back home on summer break from a university in bonnie Scotland. Azeim and I flew into Kuala Terengganu a day earlier than the other two for an opportunity to gatecrash a wedding and sample the famed gulai kawah and nasi minyak as well as spend some quality time with his cousins and their parents.
In fact I was delighted that my brother's bubbly family were in KT that weekend. I had been a tad apprehensive about not having the one who owns 2 Alfas - one red and the other yellow - with us on this trip. But being chauffeured in a massive tank of a Volvo more than made up for it, though the two young lads had to be relegated to the luggage hold. But guys, that's much better than having to sit amongst hardware and containers at the back of a 35 year-old Landy, I tell you - just ask Muni and Adeen (more on this later).
After the sumptuous wedding lunch in Seberang Takir, we drove along the Marang coastline in search of sata and lempeng. I had my first taste of sata while enjoying the refreshing sea-breeze on the beach. Talk about sweetness and exhiliration!
We had earlier stopped at a couple of warongs selling Terengganu delicacies. I was amazed by the names of the different kuih on the price-list and recognised khasidah - to which popular blogger DrSam had witten a tribute. I also noticed a kuih ulat-bulu on the list but these and many other were already sold out.
My sister-in-law, Umairah, finally returned to the car with some rojak buah and a dish of pulut balls in santan. Oh and we also stopped for tat nangka and a light butter bread they call beluda (both not in picture)
Of all things, we had to go to Mydins to buy new shoes for Azeim because his had suddenly become unstitched. I was pleasantly surprised to see the shoe section very well-stocked, they even had ladies shoes in my un-chomey size. I grabbed a couple of pairs of plastic footwear for the upcoming time on Kapas and the flight home. Bling-bling shoes for a wedding are not cut out for these occasions.
Umairah, my brother Jamil, and their children had so wanted to meet the Pirate King of Kapas Island and we invited him to have dinner with us. However the "Captain", as he is known the world over, was caught up in some matters and couldn't make it. Nevertheless, we had a good Thai dinner at the Dara Inn where Azeim and Ayub managed to catch the match between Argentina and some country which I cannot now recall. But I remember a goal blitz from Argentina and a similar blitz of SMS's with Captain to set our rendezvous for the next day.
And then back to our hotel for a good night's sleep.
The next morning, the bubbly family returned to KL while Muni and Adeen "fire-flew" into KT.
(to be continued)