Here’s my brother and I in Kuantan, Pahang, in the late ’80s. Dad’s fondness for road trips led him to plan an exploration of a few East Coast towns, which also included Gua Musang and Kuala Terengganu on the itinerary.
I don’t remember much of this trip, except the few days in Kuantan. We stayed at the Hyatt, went swimming, played on their private beach and went to a pasar malam, where we were the only Chinese family amidst a sea of Malay folk. Not that it mattered, but everyone was staring at us like we were lost.
Or was that in Kuala Terengganu? Memories fade as I enter my third decade.