Travellers’ Tales

Lessons learnt from our trip

By Goldie Chong

One morning Tek couldn’t find his wallet.  We searched all the bags, the room, etc.  He always keeps it in his trousers pocket.  Either it had dropped out or was pick pocketed.  We prayed several times, called 

up our friend whose car we were in, went to the shops where he could have dropped it, came home and searched everywhere again, trying to recall when he last used his wallet, etc. Good thing I had my credit cards so went downstairs to call the bank to report his loss.  Just as I was dialling Tek called from upstairs ‘’Ï found it!’’ It had fallen out of his trouser pocket when he hung his trousers on the clothes rack and was hidden by the clothes!  

 

Moral of the story:  take a photo of all the things you have in your wallet. (We did not realize his driver’s licence, Medicare, senior’s cards were also in his wallet.) With everything photographed you will know exactly what was in your wallet in case you have to report loss. 

James Chee and Angie from Seremban were requested by our ex- Perth friend Jeffrey Chan to pick us up from KL in his car, take us to Seremban for dinner and drive us to Melaka. This is the kind of royal treatment 

bestowed by the grace of God through amazing friends. James being a builder shared with us something which he said no one is likely to reveal. 

The tip: Instead of using a 2- horsepower aircon, get two 1-horsepower ones.  Turn both on to start off, then switch off one once the room is cool – this will be sufficient to maintain the cool temperature and will save electricity.

Another tip: looking at our stuffy home in Melaka he suggested improving ventilation by coring the wall– making small round holes of 3-4″ each 3-4″. apart, with a special  coring machine which avoids hefty messy work. On the outside wall a stainless steel cap with mosquito netting is installed.  It is a neat and tidy ventilation method.

We went to Calvary Church in KL on Easter Sunday.

Going to the Information Desk to find out where the Sunday School was for our 7 years old grandnephew, we 

were met by a friendly pastor who got an assistant to guide us to the children’s department where there was a line of helpers registering children of different ages. The boy’s details were recorded, tagged with his name 

with his mother’s mobile (in case they need to trace her) and handed over to the appropriate teacher welcoming him at the door. Only then did the assistant who had stayed with us all this while consider her work finished. 

Meanwhile Tek and the other adults were met by the same friendly pastor in the lobby who obviously recognized they were newcomers, personally took them to the entrance of the sanctuary where considerate ushers guided them to seats reserved for the handicapped, seeing Tek was walking with a stick. We were impressed with how everything was so well organized and how many willing volunteers carried out their duties so efficiently and pleasantly. 

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