Away from the city

Hunting for an unlocked door of new houses in last construction stages, checking out the structure/design of the house and imagining how its future owner would furnish it is always a fun thing to do. Locked doors would mean peering through dust-stained windows and guessing the internal layout, or wandering to other units to tug at more doors until one of them clicks open.

Yesterday my mum, aunt, cousin and I went to have a look at this new housing area called Summerville, 15 mins drive from the city. I’ve got to say that it caught my attention very well. Local developers always use such typical floor plans for houses without much modifications or improvement details. Summerville, however, proves to be one of a kind with its refreshing design. The blend of wood in the exterior, the detachment of car porch roof from the house with a strip of garden space, the little sky well area in the middle of the house…If I’m a couple years older with a stable income, I might just invest in one of them already.

Corner unit of the terrace house.

There was a narrow winding road leading further into the less developed area full of wild bushes. My mum and aunt were hoping to find little home agricultural gardens; I was simply taking pleasure in the intact lush green environment. We passed by a few old wooden houses and crossed a small bridge, coming to a fork in the roads. We craned our necks to see as far as possible and decided to turn left because my mum needed to reverse her car and the left road appeared as a better option. Later we learned that we made the right choice.

We ended up in front of another old house where a couple probably in their mid-fifties were busy tying up piles of turnips outside the house. My aunt had barely managed to ask if they sell vegetables when two dogs came charging out at once to our car and the lady had to reassure us they don’t bite before we stepped out. My mum and aunt took their time picking radish on the floor, chatting with the uncle who speaks Hakka dialect as well.

Pesticide-free organic white radish.

The couple’s first question was, “Where are you guys from?”…Guess it is just awfully rare for people to drive all the way into such a ‘kampung’ area lol. It felt oddly comfortable, sitting on the wooden bench listening to the uncle tell stories of moving there since he was 8; their little girl with hitam manis skin ambling around ever so blithely. They told us turning right at the fork leads on towards Tukau and people normally get lost if they go that way, reminding us strictly to take the right turn when we head back. :P

The family’s friendliness is so very heart-warming (even the dogs – who started wagging their tails cheerfully instead of barking). You could truly see how simple yet joyful their life is despite being in a less privileged finance background, reminding me of the children in rural longhouses getting all pumped-up at the sight of balloons. The uncle was helpful right to the end, guiding my mum to reverse her car in the limited road space.

Farming of  the vegetable ‘hen cai’. 

A few minutes later we found ourselves in a vegetable farm, mission accomplished lol! Before our eyes were rows of green vegetations neatly planted and protected under the shade of nettings that look like white curtains swaying gently in the wind. Such bliss to be standing there and appreciating the tranquility of nature – would be awesome if I can cycle around the area, round the vegetable patches and over through the guava plantation site. Perhaps if the terrain goes higher up a bit, there would be a lovely private view of the sea afar. The owners, a pair of brothers, emerged from the back of the house and a 2nd round of chit-chat began. Miri proved to be the ‘someone-has-to-know-someone’ place again as the younger brother’s wife turns out to be a good friend of another aunt of mine. :X And that house whose lawn is carpeted with flowers we were peeping at belongs to him. The vegetables are not due for another week, they said, still too young to be harvested…… Sigh, one week later, I am in Miri no more. :(

10 pts. land of guava trees.

Two hours have flown past since we left my aunt’s place where my grandma was nagging why we have not returned yet. Good times always go by unnoticed. We bade goodbye once more and went on our way, ending the afternoon’s journey by a quick drive past Esplanade Beach.  What more could a short leisure getaway to embrace beauty outside the city be?

Evening sky view.