It is time to go home now. Let's drive back through another historical venues and journey.
It began with exiting one of the busiest street and one of the oldest street in the city. Avoiding that, I always drive the opposite direction, not really opposite but just avoiding the congested Padungan Road and via Central road. Why is it called Central Road? I have no idea. On the right, located a Fire & Rescue Department. The building itself was built next to an old Padungan wet market which is now no where can be seen. Demolished once it was moved to Pasir Puteh area. But the clock tower which marks the location is still standing strong. Next what we can see is a lot of flats, built to accomodate government servants, mostly local council staff but now it is a public residence. Not much historical monument we can see along Central Road but once you reach the foothill of Reservoir Park (now known as Taman Budaya), this is where my childhood memories visualized again.
The high rise of Civic Centre building which was built on a golf course, Amphitheater, also once a golf course. Reservoir lake, the one and only lake used to store water during James Brooke era. But now, it is just a recreational place. I'm still do my exercise here now and then when I have the time. Morning especially and on weekends. While walking for miles, I always imagine that AN is walking with me. We talk and talk and talk for hours, leaving the world behind us. Holding hands. Look into each others eyes with her beautiful smile and doosshhhhh......I wake up. Hahahaah.....imagination going wild 😆. Luckily that my imagination don't brings us to remote location in the park and make love ..... hey!! Why not? It's just imagination anyhow 😛. Jangan marah ye sayang.
Moving on is the corner of Sarawak museum Garden. Another childhood playground. There was an incident here last time when I was young, in my primary school time if I'm not mistaken, being bullied by a group of teenagers. I was with my friends during that time but luckily, we don't have any cash with us and they leave us alone after they punch my friend in the stomach. We just left with relieved. Down the road, it's the traffic light in front of RTM again and my historical journey ends here.
Adios. Mmmuuaahhhh. ...AN (.....again)
