Kampung

We had a wonderful time visiting our relatives in a kampong in Muar. It was extremely hot, the zinc roof made it a lot worst, the toilet was... Well I would not even describe it.. It was not comfortable but I enjoyed myself.
I like the simplicity, the authenticity, the humbleness of it all which people squeezing in a supposed urbanized rat hole flat has long forgotten. The vast greenery, the open space to run and the abundance of crops all around are far more "richer" than the sad sad tiny space we have right here in our little island we call home. The expensive half a million
dollar home we have here are just mere boxes that constraint and wrap our minds, into taking things for granted, forgetting to appreciate what we have and complaining when we don't.
The kids are super resilient. They did not complain. They take everything within their stride and sees everything as an adventure and an extended playground. That's what I love most about kids, they are simple and very adaptable. They never once complained it was hot while I was almost drowning in my sweat. Irfan enjoyed bathing using a pail and continued for a day or two at home when we got back.
For me, I relish any new experience, the peek into their lives were enriching for me, the greenery, the simplicity. The moment i love most was during the break of dawn, the cold morning, the morning dew on the fresh greenery, the cold air, the sound of the roosters, sitting on the steps of the kampung house just looking over yonder.

Here are the pictures!