In the sixties and earlier most of us gets our hair cut by a barber who comes around hunting for heads all over the village. Funny how one can still remeber the smell of their cheap lotions and sometimes sour breath as they went about cropping your hair twisting and turning your head at their whims.

This house on the water front of the Jelutung Highway has been sketched more than once as it is one of the most photogenic rustice looking eleement sitting on the water. It tells me of what impermanence is all about and also perservierence, or the will to survive despite all odds.

I arerly see this ' Mamak Kueh ' anymore these days perhapds he has become a thing of the past along with his trade. He used to be a blessing for a hungry afternoon or tea time where his cakes and sweets made in the Chinese style were a wellcome sight. 

Trying their luck close to shore the fishing vassel drifted here and there a common sight off the Jelutung Highway.

The original Icecream Man ringing his small bell as he paddles along. This was way back in the early sixties when the icecream was stored in a thick metal box probably frozen in a coldstorage before the vendor picked them up.