Off The Beaten Track

Now in Alor Gajah, but without Khir's good wife who has rightly elected to stay with him in the apartment his employers have put him into while he recovers from his injuries. Things sound reasonably good on that front. He's not going to lose any fingers and it sounds like he's expected to generally recover the use of the two that were messed up. The word 'redundancy' has been said aloud and the company have explicitly stated it ain't going to happen, as far as I understand matters. So, phew.

Just had something to eat at brother-in-law Aziz's sort of shop/stall/restaurant at Rembia - a bit off the beaten track, at the kampong house of Aziz's wife Wati's family. Far enough away from the main road to remind you that main roads are not the be-all and end-all of this country. A bit of authentic Malaysia - how it was most everywhere fifty years or so ago. Not sure why anyone thought to improve upon it; which, of course, they didn't. The azan for the evening prayer sounded from the nearby mesjid as we were eating. The muezzin sounded about ten years old. Practising for the future, I suppose. Hope there will be one for such places.