Carboot is a gamble. In the beginning, it’s either rain or shine. If it’s rain, it
means we lost a day. Then, when the sun come out, it’s either what we aim to buy has been sold, unavailable, or available. If it’s available, there might be a possibility that the item that we want being taken in front of our naked eyes.
Today, we planned to go to Argyle. This is my first time went to Argyle with bus. Take note we bought return tickets. OK? However, as we arrived there, there is a notice board over there said it’s on Sunday. *sigh* then we walked to the city. We walked for about 40-45 minutes (didn’t set the time actually but that’s the rough estimation). My feet blistered. My breathing system was panting. However there was a good side after all. I discovered places I’ve never been before. O yeah, there was this construction worker (on the way to stonehouse, there were some refurbishment construction took place) bade salaam to me. I was quite shocked coz he looks like local people.
Wan said “maybe he’s a Muslim kot..”.
I answered but I was munching at that time. Hee hee. O yeah, I know why, Wan was so jangok@lawa today. She wore tudung ____ (I bg name tudung lawa laa coz don’t know laa what its name actually heheh). That’s why that guy bade salam kan? Gomen wan…
As we arrived at the stonehouse, there were so many sellers. This is the first time I saw the place is fully occupied. Hell packed. We thought there won’t be many people because before we arrived, the sky was cloudy and looked like twos going to rain. Allah’s will, the weather was just nice. There were lots of stuff.
While looking for Senah’s bike (again, last time can’t find under 20 pounds bike), there is this another Muslim (a seller) guy from Gambia bade me salaam, again. Looks like today I was destined to meet Muslim guys in Plymouth. Erk, sounds like matchmaking la pulak. Talk talk talk, I bought a bracelet from him. Cool stuff. Hand made. Rare things. Definitely worth my 50 pence. Then I bought 3 CD’s for 1 pound (again!). This time, it’s purely educational CD’s. Thee hee. Then Wan showed me sleeping bag. Nice. Blue. I like!
Suddenly, while walking, there’s a old and frail voice asked us “datang dari mana?”.
I replied with smile “Malaysia”.
Then the granny stated “saya juga dari malaysia”.
We chatted for quite a long time then we exchanged numbers and address. She’s a baba nyonya from Melaka. She even showed us her picture while she had long hair. Damn long. It covered her body.She also showed her picture of her son, daughter and grandchild. So classic. So sweet. She brought it everywhere I guess. Her husband is a British but can speak Malay fluently. He had been in Malaya (now Malaysia) for quite a long time and can even speak and write in Tamil. I’m impressed. However, most of the Malay people in Plymouth that she knows is much much older than us. They have brood in here. Oops. I don’t even married yet la nenek and atuk. Bla3~
What shocked my membrane cortex was, he said “Kamu nampak saya ini badan saja ada sini tapi hati di Malaya”.
Erk, wow~ I’m impressed. Even his wife said he miss Malaya badly. Me? What about me? He even can speak Bahasa Melayu baku fluently and my bahasa? Do I miss Malaysia? No idea.
So we went back by Citybus. The same bus that we took which dropped us at Outland street but when we wanted to go back we took bus from stonehouse AND ’twas the same bus driver. Hmm. Today is a lucky day. Wonder what’ll happen tomorrow.