Exploring Ipoh - 7th March

Exploring Ipoh

We set off on foot at 7am to The Old Town for breakfast. Crossed the Kinta River, which did not resemble any river we had seen before. It was more like a large open drain! There has been little rain, which might account for this.

We chose a café, put the food in a bowl, passed it to the cook who proceeded to put it in boiling broth. We also inadvertently ordered a rice noodle soup. It all turned up at our table under a fan in a crowded café and cost us the princely sum of $3 AUD. I ordered an Ipoh White coffee and we were initiated into Old Town Ipoh café culture. It was a most enjoyable repast.

Erica trying rice noodle soup

Erica trying rice noodle soup

Ipoh White coffee

Ipoh White coffee

David's great uncle managed this bank in 1940's

David's great uncle managed this bank in 1940's

We spent the next four hours exploring. Visited the Royal Ipoh Club and the old Railway station, both of which had seen better days but gave us the feel of the British days.

Cricket in front of Ipoh club

Cricket in front of Ipoh club

The old Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Company building was of special interest as it was managed for 5 years in the 1940’s by my great uncle. I could just imagine him popping over to the nearby Ipoh Club for lunch and a gin and tonic. A game of cricket was in progress in front of the club, all dressed in Old English Whites and it gave a nostalgic feel to our visit there.

Once again the locals were polite and helpful guiding us along our way. Before returning to our Hotel to escape the middle of day heat we visited a local department store. We decide Malaysian fashion was not our cup of tea!

Loved The Old Town and are off there for brekky again in the morning.

Resting up now ready to take on the New Town eat street market after dark. 5pm and the skies have opened giving us our first equatorial thunderstorm. Thunder as loud as we have ever heard! A wonderful experience. We can now see why the kerbs are so high I Ipoh.

The thunderstorms have continued so we headed up the road to look for food rather than chance the night market. Finished up sheltering near an Indian man selling home cooked food from his motor scooter who attracted custom by tooting the scooter horn. Very friendly as well as enterprising. Watched the locals struggle in the heavy rain and all had a friendly smile for us. We are beginning to realise that Ipoh is one of the friendliest places we have visited.

At last found an Indian café full of ethnic Indians. On trying to order at the counter we realised no one spoke English. Not to worry an Indian customer who did helped us order and all was well. The food was real Indian and was delicious. Including drinks it set us back $7 AUD. Feeling quite satiated we still managed to buy a strawberry waffle each from a tiny hole in the wall on the way home!

A perfect end to a wonderful day. We love Ipoh!