Linda and I decided to spend our summer vacation with my parents in Thailand and then Malaysia, revisiting the places where I had gone to high school from 1966-68.
We flew Malaysian Airlines departing Frankfurt, with a refueling stop in Bahrain, arriving in Kuala Lumpur on 2 July. We stayed overnight in Kuala Lumpur, and although we were very tired we ate satay at a nearby restaurant before turning in for the night.
We flew from Kuala Lumpur to Bangkok the next morning and arrived about 1 pm. My parents were at the airport to greet us. We relaxed the next two days and saw some of the sights, such as the Grand Palace. We drove to the Rose Gardens to see the Thai cultural show, and then on to Hua Hin, where we enjoyed the beach for a couple of days. We returned to Bangkok for the weekend and on Monday we drove to Chiang Mai where we had lived from February 1973 to July 1975. In Chiang Mai we visited our friends and places we loved. We took a day to drive to the top of Doi Inthanon, the highest mountain in Thailand, which I had surveyed
as a high school student in December 1967. We were allowed to walk around the radar station I had built in 1974-5. We returned to Bangkok.
A couple days later we flew from Bangkok to Penang where we stayed at the Lone Pine Hotel where my Dalat School class had spent our senior sneak weekend in 1968. We visited Dalat School which had relocated from the Cameron Highlands to Penang in 1970 and remains there to this day. The campus was dead since there were no classes in session during the summer holidays, but a couple faculty members were around who I knew from many years earlier.
We visited the Botanical Gardens with its nasty monkeys. We enjoyed walking around Georgetown, the main city on the island; sampling the Indian, Chinese and Malay food dishes, and shopping. We bought some original art (?) that still hangs on our bathroom wall.
We then rented a taxi to take us to where I had graduated from Dalat in the Cameron Highlands in 1968. We crossed by ferry from Penang Island to Butterworth on the mainland and drove through Ipoh to Tapah. There we took the very winding road up
into the Highlands. The taxi driver played a Mac Davis tape the entire trip. The curves, the repetitive songs, and the durian sold by the side of the road made us want to throw up.
We stayed at the Eastern Hotel, where the school had been, and stayed in what had been my room in the boys dorm. There were still spit balls on the ceiling after all these years.
One evening we took the jungle trail past Parrot Falls to get to Foster's Smoke House. After our delicious steak dinner it was too dark to take the jungle trail back to our hotel, so we walked along the main road. I told Linda about spitting cobras that could spit in a persons eye from five meters away, killing them, and tigers that roamed these jungles. She ran the rest of the way back to the hotel.
The next day we toured the Boh tea plantation and hiked to Robinson Falls and beyond, where during my senior year of high school, while playing a game of Fox and Hounds, we almost lost the entire elementary school in the dense jungle.
We took a taxi from Tanah
Rata, down that twisting road to Tapah, and then on to Kuala Lumpur.
We spent one day touring the city center, a batik factory, a rubber plantation, and the Batu Caves used by the Hindus for religious ceremonies.
On 23 July we flew back to Frankfurt and drove home to Boblingen, Germany.
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