My first trip abroad was across the
Causeway to Singapore with my parents and Akak. We had a few relatives in
Singapore (my parents are from Johore and when Singapore divorced itself from
Malaysia, my dad’s sister stayed on in Singapore and became a citizen of the
republic.). I think I went there at least twice: I recall a HDB unit and on
another visit, we stayed at a relative’s house.
My first trip abroad by plane was to
Perth when I was 7. Dad was there for nine months and we went to visit him a
month before he was due to return. It coincided with our year-end school
holidays. We came back around Christmas and I remember thinking how it sucked
that we couldn’t experience winter but how awesome it was that we could enjoy
barbecue. We had to transit at Halim Perdanakusuma Airport on the return leg
and it was then when I was introduced to the concept of paid washrooms.
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