Police at This Bangolow House

Police is definitely not far from this bangolow house. Once you disturb the peace at this Sitiawan area located at the state of Perak, besides being arrested you'll be hated as well. Keep far far away!

Tags: Bungalow, Police, Sitiawan, Perak

Where Is The Police Speed Trap?

A friend who was on her way back to Sabak Bernam in Selangor, her hometown, stopped by a fruit stall to get some fruits. Just as her other family members were buying the fruits, she this policeman sitting inside the fruit stall which was by the roadside.

If were caught speeding in Sabak Bernam, I'm sure it was this policeman who was smart in camouflaging himself. My friend initially thought it was another stall worker sitting down there attending to some menial work ........... hahaTags: Police Speed Trap, Sabak Bernam, Selangor, Fruit Stall

Dinner Cooked by Colleagues

Home made belacan with whatever we could get our hands on in Khartoum.

Fried brinjals with chilli paste. This was fantastic.

The best of all, the curry lamb. Wow!!! Great food there by Feri.

Our dinner. Everyone went for their second helping because of the fantastic curry lamb. What a feeling.

Hungry time right in front of the the TV.

Later in the night, both Feri and Fairuz prepared the inner fillings for curry puffs. Potatoes and some meat.

Just look at the hard work.












This was our supper. The best in Sudan.
Tags: Dinner, Curry Lamb, Curry Puff

Having Drinks at Barista

Ahhhhhhhhh ........ some better quality cafe has mushroomed in Khartoum city since Jan or Feb 08. This one is called Barista.

They have a nice menu booklet with all their drinks being listed therein. Not so much on food.










Arabic lessons for you.

More arabic lessons for you.

Some pricing for you to compare (2 Sudanese Pound = US$1.00).

The inner set-up. We were around 6pm plus so not many customers.

Nazril was trying to snap a picture of me.

We were doing a quick draw with our phone cameras.











Checking the photos taken last 24 hours.
















My drink, the Oreo Shake. Goodness me, the oreo biscuits were in small chunks and thrown above the shake. Seeing those chunky oreos, I thought no oreos were blended together with the drink. Good thing they did it.












One of my colleagues' drink. Forgotten the name.

Barista is located in a bungalow building of two storey. Downstairs is the service counter where you could place your orders.
Tags: Khartoum, Sudan, Barista, Cafe, Oreo Shake

She's A Woman!

A very frustrated student who was fed up with an examination question could provide 'brilliant' answer. I wonder how will the examiner react.
Tags: Examination, Funny, Humour, Jokes, Examiner

Enjoying My Time in Khartoum

Even though life in Khartoum is not similar to Kuala Lumpur, there are still some breather here and there. Only way to keep entertained is to go round the city looking for some cool places to have some drinks (not alcohol term).

On Tuesday evening after work, we went to Ozone. Really cool place. Just look at those water being sprayed all over the garden. My colleague was enjoying those spray, just right behind him.

It's an al fresco cafe located at a roundabout with cars circling round and round. I'm like a bat now. Will appear publicly during sunset.

My hot chocolate drink ....... mmmmmmmm. It's 5 Sudanese Pound for that drink.
My mini fruit tart. Cost me 7 Sudanese Pound (2 Sudanese Pound = US$1.00).










The rest of the guys ordered Cinnamon on something something .... and Donut. Most of the pastries would cost about 5 Sudanese Pound.













This is one of those air-conditioned shop at Ozone where they will sell their foodstuff on take-away basis. If you were to dine-in, a waiter will serve you.

That guy on the left in this picture saw me taking this picture and came to the door telling me that I can't take any picture there. Why? I know you can't do it at the airport due to security reasons but here also?

We had checked with our Sudanese lawyer before on the reason for not allowing us to take pictures in Sudan to which he said - no such laws. But we are still careful with it.

After our drinking session, we went to a shop called PC Shop that doesn't sell PC (PC is understood as Personal Computer in short).

This shop sells Swiss penknives, jungle trekking knives, kitchen knives - Swiss Army, Victorinox and Wenger brands (all three are in the same family) / Swiss watch -Victorinox and Wenger brands / SIGG water bottle / Parker pens and another german watch (forgotten the name).

They have this wonderful giant collection, the world's largest penknife. Manufactured by Wenger.
This is the certificate stating the world record. Now, in order to use this penknife you would have to bring the object to the penknife ...... hahaha ...... defeats the purpose of having a penknife.












This is part of the penknives showroom. Back in year 2004 when I first stepped into Sudan, we were shocked to see this branded shop in Khartoum itself. The only branded stuff in the whole country.

This shop is generating good business with the many expats working in Khartoum. You don't even find such a boutique in the heart of Kuala Lumpur.
Tags: Khartoum, Al Fresco, Cafe, Fruit Tart, Hot Chocolate, Ozone, Victorinox, Wenger, SIGG

Night Rendezvous in Khartoum

I left my house at 11pm, a big mistake in view of my flight being at 12.55am. Not intended but due to bad fever, eyesight deteriorated too. A seven hours flight brought me to Dubai. Stayed in transit hotel till 12 noon before checking out to go to Dubai Airport. Flight was at 2.40pm but delayed for one hour and finally arrived in Khartoum International Airport at 6.20pm (Malaysian time, 11.20pm). A solid 24 hours trip.

Good thing I was on Business Class so the luggage bags came out quite fast. Thanks to two of my Malaysian colleagues who came to pick me up. They waited for a very long time. The best thing is you can't enter the airport's arrivals hall. You can only wait outside, breathing in the fine sand filled atmosphere. No notice board or any digital board showing you which plane was landing or departing. Just guess by the hearing of an airplane's engine sound behind the building ...... hehe. Welcome to Sudan.

No photos here as it was not allowed. I still remember my first trip to Sudan in year 2004. Upon coming down from the plane, I entered a shuttle bus which will ferry you to the arrivals hall. Inside the bus itself, I snapped a picture of a row of planes that lined up nicely, with each of the plane's cockpit nose pointing out.

Soon, a man in plainclothes, shouted at the bus driver to open the back door of the bus. I was instructed to come down. Three guys came at me. I was the tallest amongst us but felt very small indeed at that second. They spoke in Arabic pointing at my digital camera (the worse thing is that was not my camera). I knew there and then that I was not permitted to take photo and courage built-up instantly telling them that I could erase that photo.

One of this security fella tried to press this and that button hoping to do something. In fact, he doesn't know but ego wise, wouldn't want to hand it to me or his colleague. The third security fella could understand a bit of english and I told him that the picture could be deleted from my camera but first, hand it to me. You wouldn't want to snatch it from them.

Coolly, I took the camera from the ego nose sticking up fella who looked at me angrily and showed them the step by step to delete that picture from my camera. Then showed them again by snapping a picture of the ground and delete it too.

They allowed me to board another bus to go to the arrivals halls. When that situation was happening, the first and second bus' passengers were looking at the commotion. Malu lah!

Can't blame them, not all have seen a digital camera. So, this was a very tough lesson that I have learnt on my very first second touching the ground of Sudan. What a memory! Priceless and money or any credit cards can't buy it.

Only armed with my Sony P990i mobile phone's camera, this is the best that I could do. We can take photos privately but try not to capture other people's wife or girlfriend lah ....... otherwise we can't save you too.

Here, my colleagues Nazril and Fairuz.
Peter and Amin (enjoying his Grape juice). I ordered Mango juice.
Feri in red. It rhymes.

Don't know what's the name of the shop. It was in Arabic. Tell you the name also no point as you won't come to this place. We were served with raw vegies, something like those french loaves and that spicy sauce in the small plate right in the centre. My, the carrot was really tough. The green leafs were spicy naturally.
Our real meal came later. This was the lamb's bones where its meat has been taken out to be served on a different plate.
The roasted chicken. I can say it's really well done!
With me just recovering from my fever, this fellas brought me to this place to eat such over roasted and well burnt chicken.
This is the fried lamb meat in cube form now. Not very tasty but it was edible (that's the most important). After the dinner, straight back to our home. Only entertainment was our TV or internet.
Tags: Lamb, Roasted Chicken, Khartoum, Sudan