I felt thoroughly rejuvenated in the next morning after a profound sleep. The feeling was like waking up in my grandmother’s house far in the southern part of Sabah. It is quiet and peaceful village with close-knit community. The schedule for the day was to visit Batu Feringghi, Penang Hill and Kek Lok Si temple. Life is not a dress rehearsal. so, I could hardly wait to embark on this journey and lived every second to the fullest. As I was so into living a tale suddenly the fiery imagination was reset to hard reality. Once again, I had close encounter with my long feud of this particular human technological invention, a toaster. It was during breakfast time that we were served with tea and bread and I was expected to use that mean machine. It was not that I was deeply rooted with primitive cave men way of living that I dreaded it, but I did not grow up with a toaster for heaven sake. So, people, it was not my fault. The flat prying pan that mum used at home was my all time favourite to toast slices of bread. It didn’t require any complex skill. You lit the fire and Ureka! The bread was toasted (flashback ends). I was bombarded with flashes of imagination that the bread I was trying to toast happened to over-toast and suddenly fire burst out and it triggered the fire alarm. To make it more dramatic, the poor over-toasted bread was involuntarily ejected and sprang out from the toaster and hit the ceiling. It came down and landed comfortably on one of the foreigners' heads (Ha! Ha!). The best solution that I could think of at that time was to kindly ask Jen to do the job to diminish possibility of me embarrassing myself. Jen and I sat on the next table where Christie was having her moment reading a romance novel which was her cup of tea. It was a fun breakfast. We had some Kodak moment before we left the guest house that morning. We started to locate the right place to take a bus and waited. When the bus finally arrived, I was so thrilled that it (the bus) was so going to be the next subject for me to contemplate upon. The bus was a vintage. It was obvious that it had endured time and lasted until the present moment. It had witnessed the ever changing of the Penang city development. It never failed to bring charms to people on every street. As a favourite mode of transportation, it continued to move people physically and psychologically. I thoroughly enjoyed the bus ride when it gave out this rattling sound and it vibrated on uneven road. I came up with this idea of composing a new jingle for the next festive season; rattle-all-the-way! I was curious on how Batu Feringghi looked like. Was it a real rock that was named after Mr. Feringghi? The bus stopped at some shop houses. Drizzles ran down our cheeks the moment we got down from the bus. We took shelter and walked around to look for a mobile phone shop. Ned’s phone was dying that it needed a charger. But it was early in the morning that all the shops were hardly awakened. So, we resorted to shop for some bathing suits for Christie. While Christie was busy browsing, Ned and I sat on seats provided at a juice corner. I ordered tomato juice while enjoying myself as a part of the morning life in Mr. Feringghi rock! The rain drops kept on falling. To be continued….