I once took a bus journey from Kampung Pulai to Butterworth during my school
holidays. I was on my way to meet my family who had already gone there ahead of
me. Gathering in Butterworth during the December holidays was a yearly routine
for my family, as my grandparents were originally natives of the island before
moving to Perak in the early 1950s. This was the first time that I was traveling
on my own and I was a little apprehensive.
But the different sceneries that I was treated to along the way silenced my
fears. When we were driving through Kampung Pulai, I noted the modern and
bustling city that it had become. The
buildings were all beautiful and tall, with estate sporting a different
identity. Then, the landscape changed as the bus drove along oil palm
plantations. The air of serenity and the endless stretch of green were
unbelievable. I usually traveled by air to Butterworth with my parents, and now
knew what I had missed all this time. I was also treated to neatly planted rows
of coconut trees swaying gracefully in the wind, as well as the heavy red fruit
of the oil palms neatly seated along the road for collection by the lorries.
Then the bus passed a stretch of sea as it went along the coast. The sight of
the sun's rays bouncing on the waves to form a glittering bed of blue and green
was absolutely beautiful. I was enjoying myself so much just watching the
scenery that I did not realize that my stomach was protesting in hunger. The bus
stopped at a little market square where hawkers had set up little stalls to sell
their wares. I got down the bus and treated myself to a juicy Danny's burger,
legendary for its scrumptious taste. Had my
mother been with me, I would never have been allowed to buy it. So I enjoyed my
By this time, I had made friends with two other boys who were traveling up to
Butterworth for the holidays. We struck up a conversation and got along well
once we realized that we had a lot in common. Together, we went round the square
looking at the wares on sale and eating all the oily but tasty food that were
cooked on the spot for us. We had a really interesting but unhealthy time!
When the bus finally reached the depot where I was to take a ferry across to
Butterworth, I had the pleasure of knowing that I had benefited greatly from the
journey. I had made two new friends, while feasting both physically as well as
visually. It was really an enjoyable trip!