Mr Getz

I was away for a short trip to this place in this country. I only have these few words on my mind, “Cannot make it (CMI)”.

It started off on a coach which took about 7 hours to reach the destination. Maybe it was because the coach travelled frequently to this country, there were at least 3 to 4 flies wreaking havoc in the coach. They looked very alien, with heads bigger than those found here. I reached the destination at around 2.30p.m. after about 7 hours, with the temperature at 17 degree Celsius. It was very foggy too. I proceeded to the reception of the hotel for check-in. I was glad they allowed me to check in as the stipulated time was 3 p.m. When I opened the door and to my horror, the room was in a mess; with rubbish strewn all over the toilet floor and bed sheets scattered. I was pissed off. I saw the attendant nearby and told her about it. She needed at least 1 more hour. That meant that she could only be ready around 3.30-3.45p.m. I did not want to hurry her as her constipated face told me that she was dulanz too. But wasn’t that her job? I was worried she might not change the bed sheets or do a good cleaning.

I did not dare to eat or drink much as the coach had no toilet. The only consolation was that the coach of this company. The seats were very spacious and personal entertainment system was available. This cannot be compared to the business class of airplanes, but it was already a good bargain for the price. All I want was a good meal. Unfortunately, it was another reinforcement how CMI the place and people were. This restaurant was famous for its roasted chicken. I was greeted by a crew of waiters and waitress with constipated faces again. I could see that they were in agony. They did not like their job. They were like zombies moving around. They appeared busy, but upon closer observation, they were merely moving around and carrying out their tasks slowly. I should say it was like “slow motion film”. Maybe it was due to their lifestyle. I ignored this and accepted it graciously. After an arduous effort of trying to stop a waitress who appeared moving around busily, I placed my order. She told me that they do not have this and that dish. I was wondering astonishingly that how could such a thing be happening at a supposedly well-known restaurant? I tried to be understanding and accepted her reasoning or excuses. She said I need not wait at all if I ordered the “non-chicken” dishes. I gave in. Guess what? I waited for another 1 hour + before my food came. No need to wait? What if I ordered the dishes containing chicken? Half a day of waiting? That just flashed through my mind. I discovered finally the cause of the delay. I really have nothing to say. They are indeed very rigid or stupid. Yes, “stupidity” is the word to be used. The food was prepared according to the sequence of orders and not according to the dishes. So what if I ordered food not containing chicken? The two tables beside me ordered roasted chicken and theirs came before mine!!! What nonsense? Was the waitress trying to con me? As I wanted to try their chicken, I placed another order. They promised that it would come in 10 minutes. Just as expected, they broke their promise again. I had to approach them and threaten to cancel my order before they gei siao to say its coming. Walau!!! This was indeed a traumatizing experience. It also showed how stupid they are and can never catch up.

The people are hostile too. The place may seem vibrant on the surface, with Christmas caroling and bustling activities. However, the people were hypocritical and rude. They might have greeted you “sir” or “mdm”. But look at their faces! They were so cold and without sincerity. They called you for the sake of calling. They were forced into it! Smiling would be an uphill task as compared to squeezing shit out of the nostrils from their constipated faces. The place was very cold. I feel they have severe attitude problem.

The food saga continued the next morning. After settling down at a supposedly average restaurant, I had the same problem trying to stop a waiter/waitress who appeared busy. Similarly, their faces were constipated and gloomy. Some were actors in 1970’s slow-motion films. No wonder their productivity never increases exponentially. Drama was happening at the table beside us. I could tell they came from the same country as me. The wrong order was delivered to them and the mother was complaining vigorously. A couple at another table had a small prelude too. The lady called a waiter and complained to that her order had yet to arrive. I was shaking my head in disbelief. Don’t tell me this is very common? Is this a special trait of the people from this country? I ignored this and ate the food that came. I just knew something was going to cock up again. Yes, the food was not warm enough. This led me thinking. If the food were already cooked, what took them so long to be served? Well, it is another mystery to be solved.

There was really nothing much to play…….. or to see. Everything was confined to indoor. It was an agony whenever meal time came. There were many restaurants or eateries, but the thought of waiting so long and seeing constipated faces that would kill one’s appetite really smoldered the joy of eating. This was one of the worse trips I have ever been to.

It will take me ages before I set foot in this country again!

It takes about 9 hours of coach ride from Singapore to Penang. It is really a torture. It is a peaceful place. I has a nice beach and it is really scenic during low tide. It has 2 main shopping centres if I did not remember wrongly. Food is relatively cheap. I tried its famous Penang Laksa and to my disappointment, it does not live up to its reputation. The worst thing is that the stall that I went to was very well-known. This could be seen by the number of customers and the long waiting time. After some pondering, I came to a conclusion that there was nothing wrong with the food. It is me who have a weird taste. Haha.

I visited the famous temple, Ji2 Le4 Si4. It was really impressive. The place is indeed quite good for cultivation. It is very scenic too. It is at the outskirts and not many taxis are willing to make the trip. Besides, it is even more difficult to get a taxi back to the city. As a result, I had to take the bus. The experience can be quite interesting as I am able to slow down and observe the different walks of life.