To Jalan Kampong Chantek, 49 km. The name means "beautiful village road". Lining the road are triple-story bungalows, with floor-to-ceiling windows, spiralling balustrades, multi-car car porches and swimming pools. One house is so big, it has a sign stating which entrance to use. It is a quiet neighbourhood of landed gentry. One house is abandoned, with a gaping hole in the roof. I check out the former turf club. Now, it's largely the hoi polloi who come here. Then, there were landed gentry too. In life, there are the haves, the have-less and have-nots. It's a troubled ride; only when I come across two groups of roadies do thoughts of my work woes fall behind.
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