Ages ago, in fact I can’t even clearly recall when my
last trip to Port Dickson was. Let me think. Okay, vaguely 32
years old ago. Gosh! When I was 20 years old. That’s been ages, isn’t it? Really. Not that I didn’t
initiate another Port Dickson holiday, but you know how confusing lady fairs are? One minute they agree, next minute they want their
unruly-uncontrollable kids to tag along, later, slowly igniting the anger fire by pointing
fingers who should drive and you also somehow sense that you may
end up being the banker. Mayday! Mayday! Port Dickson zipped up. No more
friends forever holidays I have already decided in my early forties (Travelling Solo When You Are Married).
