I lived with Odzman Kadir, his brother Daniel and their mother in the Kampung house while Odzman's wife Sharrifah was in confinment. It was Feb -March 1977. We had running water, but no flush toilet. We had the coconut tree out front that some guy with a monkey would send up the tree to send down the coconuts. Great fun to watch for an orang putih dari Canada!I Enjoyed myself in that house immensely. It is now a car repair place and it bears no resemblance at all to the little kampung I lived in. I guess that is what is called 'progress'. Life was simpler then. Do I sound old? Nevermind! I will be young again as soon as I land in Malaysia and get bargaining in the pasir malam. They never see it coming, some old orang putih siapa boleh cukup melayu! Berapa harga? Mahal-lah? 50 ringgits, tak boleh-lah! 10 ringgits sehaja! I can't wait! Cheers!