are a shithole.*growl*
Especially after a long break. With a generous dose of family, friends and love. Not to mention your own bed in Ipoh. -_-
Sigh.
I've gotten used to this though over the years. Left Ipoh when I was 18 to pursue my studies and dreams here Kuala Lumpur. And I used to travel by bus every weekend back to Ipoh. EVERY weekend. I take a Metrobus to Pudu and then coach ( preferably and strictly Transnasional or Plusliner only) to Ipoh. It takes 2 and a half or 3 hours max to reach Ipoh via the Lebuhraya Utara Selatan. If I saved all my bus tickets, I swear I could buy a share in Plusliner.
That 3 hours on every journey has been such a huge part of my life. Initially, the excitement of going home was so overwhelming that I never used to be able to sleep or shut my eyes. After sometime, it was a good half-hour nap session. I was so afraid I will oversleep and miss the Ipoh stop or end in Kedah or something. Now, I'm so used to the timing that I snooze as soon as the bus leaves the platform in Pudu and surprisingly wake up as the bus slows down at the Simpang Pulai toll.
Once in a blue moon when sleepy doesn't come , I stare out the window. Honestly, the scenery along the Malaysian highway is amazing. And as you approach north, the caves and mountains get greener and gorgeous-er. Contrary to the journey back to KL, you only approach a concrete jungle, though I must say KL's skyline is said to be one of the best that there is.
Subsequently, Pudu also became one of my favourite places in KL. Yes, call me weird but yeah. I love the noisy, polluted, crowded bus station. Why I like it - it takes me back to Ipoh. And family and peace and quiet. And it will remain as one of my favourite places.
No matter how many times I've travelled back on forth, and how used I am to this, my heart sinks a little when I leave Ipoh. There is a sanity and assurance that is different of the sanity and assurance I feel in KL. For different reasons of course, but still it makes me feel good.
My frequency to Ipoh has reduced a lot these days due to work and a life I have here in KL. Now that I have my own place here, my parents sometimes do the travelling to be with me. Still, I pounce at every chance I get to go back home. And the Mondays after I come back from Ipoh, are always a shithole.
Turns out, Mondays are also a good day to reminisce the past. =)