Am too tired to wake up early from the weekend trip in Muar. Morning walk and jog skipped.
I have my schedule planned to make a trip to China Town today. To save up time and money, Abner sent me to the LRT station after breakfast. First thing I did upon arriving China Town is to pray at Guan Gung’s temple. I then headed to the fabric shops. I enjoy taking my own sweet time picking the fabrics. If I have not mistaken, I have spent about an hour in the shop to get the best ones.
On the way to the Art Shop along Petaling Street, I could smell the wonderful aroma of roasted chestnuts. How could I resist? I got a packet for my tea break later at home. Got some information for my project from the shop owner and bought an A4 size sketch book for ideas and drafts.
China Town is not the same as before. Too many foreigner workers at times I feel like I am in a different country. Especially when there is construction, heritage and tradition gone. No discrimination. I didn’t spend much time wandering around I thought that I would. I decided to take the LRT back home. Wrap up some work, kopek-kopek the chestnuts, went to Time Square to get his machine fixed and we end the day with Japanese. 🙂
Okay, why am I taking the LRT than driving myself to China Town?
Because it is cost and time effective. I only need to spend RM4 for round trip. It takes only erm… I didn’t notice the time. I guess around 15-20 minutes to reach the destination. Walking distant is about the same as where I normally park my car. Save me a lot of hassle from driving and jam. Parking fees in China Town is not just rocket high, but I got conned by one of them. Here’s the scenario.
I entered the parking place at 11:35am. I left the place at 2:30pm. If my calculation is not wrong, I have parked my car for less than 3 hours. First hour at RM2.50. Subsequent hour at RM1.50. So it should be RM5.50. This gentlemen charged me extra by 1 hour and caused me making FULL payment at RM8.00. At first I thought I have calculated wrongly, but when I check the clockssssss, one on the radio panel, one on the display panel, one on Abner’s wrist and one on my own wrist. It was reading 2:35pm. We recheck the receipt, the time out was punched “3:30pm”. It was 5 minutes too late for me to come to the senses as we were already heading home. But hello… how can it be 3:30pm when I reached home at 3:05pm!? I went to China Town 2 days later. I try parking at a different place. End up paying RM11.50 for 5 hours. Hmm…
Well, I hate dishonest people. When a loyal patron of 10 years meets a huge disappointment, wise choices were made evidently. 🙂