Footsteps and echoes

I had an overnight stay at the One Pacific Hotel along MacAlister Road, accompanying my wife for a medical procedure—nothing serious, by the way—at the LohGuanLye Specialist Centre just across the road. While she was waiting for her check-up, I took the opportunity to go on a long exploratory morning walk around the area. It was something I’d been wanting to do for a long time, but never quite got around to, since we live on the mainland. 

I must say that the One Pacific Hotel—like so many others in this area: Grand Inn, Landison, Tropicana, Courtyard, Red Rock, Travelodge, etc—makes a very convenient starting point for people wanting to explore the lesser-known tourist spots around MacAlister Road. That includes the makan places too, with New Lane being the focal point for many. However, people should be wary of the numerous durian stalls lining both sides of MacAlister Road because these might be pre-season fruit, very likely from out-of-state. Let's get into my story now.

Exiting from the old entrance of the hospital, I walked the length of Logan Road and felt a bit saddened by all the high-rise buildings that have taken the place of the old heritage bungalows that once lined the street. Still, I came across two stately, refurbished buildings that had resisted demolition and are now repurposed as nursing homes. Several decades ago, there were maybe five or six similar bungalows along this stretch of Logan Road, but one by one, the owners sold them off and residential towers sprang up in their place—until only these two were left. One of my old classmates, Oon Hup, used to live at No. 3-G, now long gone, of course.

Turning left into Anson Road, I wandered into the Old Winston Coffee Garden and thought for a moment about having the beef koay teow soup for breakfast. Decided against it. I left through the back entrance, took a walk down the back alley and emerged onto Rangoon Road, where I bought a packet of banana pancake from the lady hawker. That done, I cut across the Old Winston again and, emerging back on Anson Road, continued walking towards Penang Plaza. 

Just behind the plaza was One Corner Café, where I finally settled on a bowl of hokkien mee for breakfast. It wasn’t bad at all. Different stalls have their own way of preparing this hawker favourite, and here, I could really taste the full flavour of prawns in the broth. Quite satisfying.

Instead of retracing my steps along Anson Road, I took the long stretch of Burmah Road all the way to the Pangkor Road junction. Along the way, I paused in front of No. 229-B, where another of my old classmates, Chuan Keat, used to live during our schooldays. It brought back a wave of nostalgia—so many memories, now tucked away behind a gate that hadn't been there before. 

A little further on, I made a short stop at the corner to snap a few photos of the Victoria Memorial, unveiled in 1930 by Cecil Clementi, then Governor of the Straits Settlements. The statue still stands proudly on its pedestal, surrounded by four stone lions and their Union Jack shields. It’s part of the grounds of the Chinese Recreation Club (CRC). Victoria Green, where the CRC is located, was a public field gifted by the Chinese community in honour of Queen Victoria’s Golden Jubilee in 1887. The CRC itself was founded in 1892. Facilities were developed around the green over time, and the club became well known for cricket, tennis, badminton and more recently, community events. It remains one of the island’s most historic and respected social and sports clubs.

Turning left, I continued along Pangkor Road, then Perak Road, making a short detour into Khaw Sim Bee Road to look at the former Rediffusion building, until I reached the junction with Logan Road. And that’s where my four-kilometre-long morning walk ended, as I stepped back into the air-conditioned comfort of the LohGuanLye Specialist Centre.

ADDENDUM: I've also included some photos of MacAlister Road which I had taken the previous evening when I walked down in search of dinner.

My old classmate, Yeoh Oon Hup, now deceased, used to stay in one of these old bungalows. This particular one is now used as a nursing home

A second old classmate, Khoo Chuan Keat, also deceased, stayed here. The low stone walls that surrounded the houses along this stretch of road have all disappeared. In their place are metal gates that have destroyed the unique charm of the old houses 

From January to April 1963, this building in Perak Road served as the temporary premises of The Old Frees' Association while the Northam Road premises was being built

The old Rediffusion building which was acquired by the Penang Christian Centre after it had remained empty for quite a while

Behind this pillar stands the Buddhist Tzu Chi Dialysis Centre Penang. This is at the corner of Perak Road and Logan Road

The 218MacAlister building which houses the Tropicana and the Courtyard by Marriott

Soon-to-open 22 MacAlister Exsim which I suppose will be another hotel

This is the Ta Yuen Foh Thang (大圆佛堂), a temple run by vegetarian Mahayana nuns. It was established in 1883 which makes the temple 142 years old. I used to come here as a small boy, six or seven years old, brought along by my grandmother when she wanted to buy stuff. The place is filled with huge statues of Buddhist deities, with some arranged around a central dais in the main building. I used to tear around the gloomy prayer hall, completely unbothered by the stillness of the place and unfazed by the eyes of the statues looking down on me. Hardly anyone visited the temple back then, and I don’t think that’s changed much over the years—it still looks closed most of the time, quiet and undisturbed despite the presence of vehicles in the compound.

Brilliant full moon

It was supposed to be the night of a total lunar eclipse, but unfortunately, not in my part of the world. So there wasn’t much to get excited about last night, especially since it was also raining quite consistently. Still, when I woke up early this morning, intending to sweep the fallen Tacoma flowers from the front of the house, I opened the door to a breathtaking sight—a brilliantly lit full moon in my face, still hanging low in the sky. It seemed to beckon me to rush for my camera. At 6.20am, the moon was 99.9 percent illuminated, with the exact full moon still some 8½ hours away…

Fisheye

The main advantage of owning a DSLR—or even a micro four-thirds camera—is the ability to use interchangeable lenses to suit different occasions. The main disadvantage, however, is not having enough of them! Heck, I don’t even own a prime lens. I mainly rely on the two zoom kit lenses that came with the camera, and I do struggle with them at times. I’d love to have more, but at my age, it’s madness to spend on nice-to-haves rather than must-haves. That said, I do own an 8mm fisheye lens—more of a novelty than a serious tool.

I mention this because last night, in sheer frustration, I found myself struggling with my 14-40mm zoom kit lens. It simply refused to focus when aimed at the dark sky—lacking contrast, it couldn’t lock onto anything. I wanted to capture the moon, Venus, and Jupiter, which spanned a wide section of the sky, requiring multiple shots to stitch together. Out of desperation, I swapped in the fisheye lens and hoped for the best. And what do you know? It worked! Despite the gross distortion, I managed to capture the sky from west to overhead, and there they were—Venus, the moon, and Jupiter, perfectly aligned!

Crescent moon

I inexplicably woke up at 6:20 am today and couldn’t get back to sleep. Suddenly realised that the new Chinese eighth lunar month is just two days away. So, I grabbed my camera and headed outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the waning moon in the dawn light. With the recent rainy weather and thick clouds hanging around, it seemed a long shot. But luck was on my side—I spotted the thin crescent moon, only a mere 4.3 percent illuminated, hanging low in the brightening sky and peeking through the clouds. Only this shot, one of four I took, turned out sharp enough, though it was not the sharpest I wanted. Anyhow, it could have been worst, considering it was handheld at a shutter speed of one-fifth of a second.

A Kuching break

Kuching isn't just about the Rainforest World Music Festival. There are so many other wonderful things to do here, which is why Sarawak remains one of our favourite places to visit. Despite the distance from Penang, we've been to Sarawak several times. I suppose part of the allure is that my paternal grandmother was from Sarawak. She married my grandfather, a home-grown Penangite, and moved to Penang, but she would go back to Kuching for visits. I still remember, as a kid, waiting at Swettenham Pier for her ship to arrive from Borneo. Back then, that was the main way people travelled between Penang and Borneo—by ship. I probably still have relatives in Kuching; the last I heard, they lived in Kenyalang Park. However, my last few attempts to track them down amounted to nought, so I've given up on reconnecting with them.

During this latest trip to Kuching, we didn't venture beyond Santubong, where the music festival was held. On our arrival day, we caught up with a friend at one of Kuching's best-known spots: Kantin at The Granary. This modern, open warehouse-style restaurant, located near the waterfront, offered a fusion of Western and local dishes. The food was fresh and tasty, with the pasta and rainforest rice standing out from the menu. The only downside was the online ordering system, which was a hassle for someone like me. Despite that, we were up for the challenge. After dinner, we took a leisurely stroll along the waterfront, soaking in the night air and enjoying the fountain show from across the Sarawak River. The illuminated Legislative Assembly building added a calming touch to our evening.

We spent the morning of the second day exploring the streets of Kuching's old Chinatown. Very little has changed since we were last here five years ago. Down we went along Ewe Hai Street to order a kolo mee breakfast at the Kim Joo coffee shop. There was just a small crowd when we arrived but by the time the food came, the place was packed. We must have brought in the crowd. Later as we strolled down Carpenter Street, a continuation of Ewe Hai Street but with a different name, what struck us was that Kuching, or at least this road, still retained much of its old world charm. Time almost standing still. At best, time was strolling along slowly, like us. Along both sides of this road, as well as the feeder roads, were countless old proprietary or family businesses such as the chhai tiam-ah or sundry shops, kay-see tiam or furniture shops, kim tiam or goldsmith shops, t'ng tiam or pawn shops, kah-chhia tiam or bicycle shops, teh-hiok tiam or tea merchants and t'ng-lang iok tiam or Chinese medicinal shops. Dotted among them were the traditional kopi tiam or coffee shops, modern coffee joints, Chinese tradesman associations and temples. Heck, we even saw a kua-chhar tiam or coffin shop tucked in there. Eventually, we reached the Lau Ya Keng food court and found the koay chhap irresistible. With our shopping, eating and exploring behind us, it was time to head back to the hotel and prepare ourselves for the bus ride to Santubong.

The morning of the third day was all a hectic rush. Absolutely no time to wander around Kuching again. Hastily repacking our luggage and the Buddha statue, we then grabbed a ride to the Kuching international airport for the next leg of our short holiday to rendezvous with our daughter in Kuala Lumpur.

Kantin at The Granary

Kuching waterfront at night

Kim Joo coffee shop

Ewe Hai Street

Lau Ya Keng food court

The Round Tower

Old Courthouse

India Street pedestrian mall

Along Main Bazaar Road

Kuching Waterfront