Wednesday, November 18, 2009

An evening in Seremban

It was raining heavily on our way to Seremban for a legal business.

A Minangkabau architecture that stands proudly in the modern surrounding.

Looking from a different angle.

A tall building protruding behind the green lung of the town.

A mosque with both modern and traditional architecture.

The old railway station from aerial view.

The front of the railway station. Its classic design is what attracts my eyes to it.

A colonial clock tower at the railway station.

Part of Seremban from top.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Pasar Malam (night market)

Pasar Malam or night market operate from around 5 p.m. up to 10 p.m once a week. A lot of local cuisines, fresh fruit, vegetable, fish, meat, clothes, toys etc.

Busy, busy, busy. The stall at the centre sells veils or tudung for muslim women to cover their hair. Beautiful hair is exclusively for the eyes of the husband and family members. To shun away unwanted approaches. Also for the peace of mind of the men. No sexual provocation from muslim women.

A boy selling dried fish. Fried dried fish is appetizer for Malaysian. The stall next to it belong to the same family selling fresh fish. The fish are either local or imported from Thailand. The dried fish is a down stream business.

A lady buying fresh local vegetable. And ulam too. Ulam is local vegetable eaten raw with cilli pounded with belacan. Belacan is tiny prawn processed with certain material. Its our local cheese. Eating raw ulam can make you look young. Want to try it? Written on the top of the canopy is agriculture is business.

Fruit anyone? Some are local, some are imported from Thailand, USA, Australia, etc. I never miss buying fruits at Pasar Malam. My provider of vitamins for a balance diet. Don't forget to dip them into salted water for 15 minutes or so to reduce the amount of pesticide.

A seller arranging her products - budget clothes. A good bargain. One of the reason why Pasar Malam is popular among locals.

It is difficult to find parking at peak hours.

The stall at the back sells clothes. The man and his son are browsing through the odd things stall. From screw driver to stocking. You name it. They have it.