|A scooter, just like Dad's|
Therefore, Dad used another road, Parit Ulu, because there were no policemen guarding that road. Using Parit Ulu road meant Dad had to go a longer route and also had to face the bad road condition. Jalan Parit Ulu was only kampung road which ran along a very big drain which in turn led to Sungai Terap. It was only paved with red pebbles, used by bicycles and motor cycles. The road, I would rather call it a path; was a little bit windy and quite bumpy. Hence, Dad could not ride fast. He had to always keep his eyes on the road so that we did not land into the undergrowth. From time to time, Dad had to cross a small drain which led to the big drain using a small bridge made of a few tree trunks.
During the ride, I would stand on the floor of the scooter, holding on to the handlebars. Mom would sit on the pillion rider while little brother sandwiched in between Dad and Mom.
|A wooden house, better than Granddad's|
While we were there, I used to smell a kind of pungent smell, which I was not sure where it came from. Then I realized that grand dad used to hang dry rubber sheets under the roof just above our heads, before selling them. No wonder...