A 1955 Malayan holiday

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August 1955, the first recorded holiday or vacation our late father, then just 25, took with his friends to Peninsula Malaya (officially called at that time the Federation of Malaya) – leaving our Bedok kampong house and going from Singapore all the way to Penang via the Malayan Railway KTM train, stopping by places like Port Dickson, Muar, Ayer Hitam, Kuala Lumpur and Ipoh. Too many wonderful photos taken, and only found after he passed on, here is a selection to share.

Boarding the KTM railway from Tanjong Pagar, this photo is just incredibly exciting

Dad reading the newspapers on board the KTM. Always excited about taking trains in Malaysia he kept reminding us

Posing by a Malayan kampong house

Enjoying the Port Dickson beach with a friend

Posing by the Ayer Hitam signage - note the roads and no expressways in 1955

He took this incredible photo in KL

Posing by the Birch Memorial clock tower in Ipoh

Too exciting taking the Ferry from Butterworth to cross into Penang island

Relaxing on top of Penang Hill

Another great Penang Hill shot

Beautiful Penang view from Penang Hill

The Kek Lok Si temple in Penang


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