three generations


A quick trip to the little fishing town of Sepetang for what was supposed to be, according to Mah-Mah, the best chai kueh she’s ever had. Unfortunately  luck wasn’t on our side and the uncle didn’t show up with his wares today. We returned home empty handed, having enjoyed a fresh coconut, the view and the smell of drying fish, but no chai kueh.

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