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Train and me

Assalamualaikum dear readers,

Look closely at the photo below .....
Very unique isn't it. You seldom found it nowadays.
But ... I found it
I found it at Butterworth Railway Station
I cannot remember it was there before.
When recently I went to station and saw this, it captured my attention

This is a seat designed for passengers, their family and friends to sit on while waiting for the train to arrive.
It was made from hard wood. 
I guess it must be old enough but can still stand for more years to come.


I was at the railway Station at dawn to fetch my sister one morning in December 2012. It was a beautiful morning. Listening to whistle blowing, and later the sound of the choo-choo train approaching was a momentos. We used to ride the train for hours when we were living in Kuala Krai, Kelantan. It was a long ride back then. We will get on the train at 2pm from Kuala Krai station and reach Kuala Lumpur the next day. Since Bapak is working with the Railway Co., we got to ride on the second class coach with sleeping berth. During the day, we will fold the mattress and turn the berth into a seat. When night comes, we will lay the mattress to get ready for a snooze. Mak will pack enough food for us to have a feast on the train. Whenever the train stopped at a station, you can hear hawkers crying out loud to sell their goods, "Karipap, Nasi lemak, cucur udang" in a unique rhythmic melody. Repeatedly. Enough to wake those sleepy eyes. Ahhh ... those are the beautiful memories as a kid. And nowdays, to go to Kelantan by car might also result on a long journey - especially during festive season. The transportation have improved but the roads are not ready for the heavy traffic.


Remembering those days ........


Wassalam,

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