I regretted that I didn't get something new to wear for the day. At the train station I saw many beautiful baju kurungs.
|Waiting for 3 car Commuter at KL Sentr|
|A raya supply of ketupat|
Later a family who were on way to the next town dropped in. They turned off the main road because of traffic and remembered that they knew Lina's family. We sat and continued chatting as they ate the rendang, moved on to the cookies, and then headed out. My hypothesis is that Malaysian holidays involve unprogrammed dropping in, eating and chatting. Of course, I am sure that there are families and friends that must not be missed.
|Vegetation in Labu|
Lina's two younger sisters are going to Mecca (or Makkah) this year. Soon they will receive an "invitation" telling them when they are going, where they are departing from, and where they are landing. Just part of the logistics of bringing three million people from all over the world to one spot for a limited period of time.
At the end of the afternoon we left for train - the infamous KTM Commuter. As we left Linda reported that the past week she had waited 1.5 hours several times and she was on her way to work. We waited nearly 2 hours. Since Labu is near the beginning of the line we got a seat, but soon the train was jammed. A bell rang the whole way, we smelled burning brakes, and babies (understandably) cried. At major stops people shouted in several languages as they struggled to get out and others surged to get in. We normally do all that we can to avoid taking Commuter. If we go to Labu next year we will search far and wide for an alternative.
|Commuter - old, slow, and an unreliable schedule|