Day 47: Batu Pahat to Kulai Today was Merdeka, Malaysian Independence Day. We awoke and Grandma Doris was in the kitchen, strong coffee brewing, reading the paper, wearing thick reading glasses. It was such a warm and comforting feeling, like being with my own Grandma in New York. We went for Indian food, as we had earlier mentioned we loved it, and they were eager to take us to a great place they knew. Doris kept stuffing us and forcing us to eat more roti and mutton gravy, like a good Grandma would. She warned us to watch out for the foreign workers sitting nearby, as they would steal our stuff. As we ate breakfast, the sun was just rising and it was still cool. It was a lovely, lovely scene, being so hospitably made to
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