old school trains

we were driving up to the airport in the Honda Jazz Dr. Ismail left for us to use (he went back to Malaysia to get married) to get the two cars we're renting to drive up north to camp (and climb mountains, and go fishing, yeayy) when we saw thick black smoke billowing from the opposite direction. there were many theories

'ada benda terbakar ke?'

'hutan terbakar?'

'accident?'

'...keretapi ke?'

'huh?? takkan keretapi kot'

and then when we got closer we saw it; six or seven amazing old-school steam engines driving past us, releasing the thickest and blackest of smoke, with men dressed up like coal mine workers of the 60's sitting on them, grinning and waving at us.


sometimes life is just so epic.