Ten grandchildren later we finally have in our family the first member to join the Boy Scouts; befittingly his name is Adam.
Making it somewhat eventful, the primary school of this standard four boy was selected to be present at what was supposed to be an international jamboree; and of all places it was held a week ago at a sizable permanent Boy Scouts campsite in Kuala Terengganu, merely 12 Km from our home. Like our Nuri (of last posting) this well-equipped site faces the same stretch of South China Sea. If we take a small fishing boat and skirt around the coast past the sea end of KT airport runaway, we would come to this campsite. One of those English channel ( 32 km across to Calais ) swimmers could do a return trip without much effort.
The main entrance - facing South China Sea
This being a sort of family’s historic event and the site being so close to our home, the aged grandparents from Nuri drove the short distance to wait for the arrival of the coach bringing our Adam. Finally, after seven hours on the road, the group of about thirty boys and girls from Sekolah Kebangsaan Bukit Damansara arrived to join the few hundred boys and girls of similar age from different parts of Malaysia and neighbour
Not to be outdone, Adam’s mother flew in from KL early the following morning. We waited at the airport and drove her straight to the camp site, hardy 2 Km away. We could not help sensing the boy’s embarrassment that his friends would know the presence of his mother and grandparents. For that reason we tried to remain inconspicuous.
The two days and two nights of gathering must be quite an experience for these children to mix and participate and compete in various indoors and field activities. Their spirit did not seem to be dampened by rain which came down both evenings - heralding the arrival of Monsoon season. Adam had to be thankful to see us the following morning to tell that he had lost his towel and soap after his first shower, and he had to share a friend’s!
Our dishes are god enough for competition
And as we begin to talk less of the excitement of Adam’s first field experience, he is now talking about the next gathering in Johore Bahru. I can imagine the exodus of Pakcik’s clan down south. After all, Makcik’s father died and was buried there and Adam’s father hails from that part of the world as well. There is, obviously, every reason for them to visit the place on top of another Jamboree!
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