Car whizzing past lights. Never a dull drive

I’m addicted to podcasts when I'm driving my car. Whether informative, funny or inspirational, it’s never a dull drive. But before prolific podcasting, other ways come to mind, that provided the same ‘never a dull drive’ feeling.

Car whizzing past lights. Never a dull drive

First Car

To start with, the purchase of my first car. It was a glossy red Holden and I loved it. But that excitement was soon tainted when my dad maintained my sister and I go halves in it. Even though we were buying it, we didn’t have much say in it. It had to be a manual drive - his decision. We weren’t allowed power steering for fear of ‘not being able to handle it’. And air-conditioning - there would be none, that was a luxury we ‘didn’t need’. Nevertheless, it was a car to drive and I was pretty happy with my new found (partial) freedom.


It was in that same car that I had an accident. Well, it wasn’t an actual accident - I reversed out the driveway and into the neighbours’ car - parked directly across the road. In my defence, I was young.

Memorable Drives

Years ago, I picked up a new car and was driving it home with my then, little kids in the backseat. We hadn’t made it very far when my daughter decided to slide her window down. Consequently, I could hear the newly tinted film crinkling in the window sockets. I painfully turned around and headed back to the dealership.


Above all other cars I’ve driven, a favourite was my beloved Honda. That was, until I had a massive panic attack in it one morning. I was white knuckled, hyperventilating and stuck in packed peak hour traffic. Sadly, that car had to go, to keep the anxiety at bay.


Cars butted up to each other. Never a dull driveThen there was the time with my current car, that I met a couple of friends for a quick catchup. When I was ready to leave and approached my car, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone had parked behind me, right behind me, as in, their car butted up to my car behind me! Stunned, I went back to the venue to speak to the staff. Typically, when I returned to it a few minutes later, the dodgy driver and car had vanished. Amazingly there was no damage to my car.

Just... Embarrassing Drives

And of course, the time my car was due for a service at the dealership. My daughter had brought along her breakfast in the car on the way to school. I should have stopped her when I smelled the aroma as I entered the car, but regrettably I didn’t. Her breakfast was the previous night’s leftovers, ‘Ono Kauswe’, a dish similar to a laksa. I dropped her off and arrived at the service department. When I was gathering my belongings from the car, I spotted the bowl. It should’ve been empty, but it wasn’t. Some of the Kauswe had spilled onto the car’s interior mat. Reluctantly, I had to ask the service guy if he could drain the bowl, as I still had to drive home in one of their loan cars. Fairly certain he’d never had a customer request this before, I also implored him to explain the smell in my car to the mechanic.


Car being pulled onto tow -ruck. Never a dull driveLastly, not so long ago, I noticed a warning signal on my dashboard. I felt the car losing power and I managed to drive into the carpark of a nearby hospital. After I consulted the car’s manual, I found it was leaking coolant. I rang the breakdown service who advised that the only option was to have my car towed. After arranging this, I hesitantly climbed into the tow-truck along with the driver. But when we arrived outside the car dealership, I miscalculated the height of the truck to the ground. I stepped out and was intending to move onto the next step down, which wasn’t there! I fell, straight out onto the ground, complete with legs sprawled in opposite directions and handbag thrown to the floor. The stupid tow-truck driver didn’t even bother to see if I was ok. Luckily it was in the adjacent cul-de-sac and not inside the dealership yard, though they do have full glass windows!

In short, even though it's never a dull drive, I look forward to a future that involves teleportation. It would really be so much better for me.

crowded streets surrounding Union Square, Ho Chi Mink City, Vietnam. Hectic holidays

Hectic Holidays


There’s nothing like the Christmas holidays for a good, restful, getaway break.  Not sure about the break being restful, but it was good to getaway.  These hectic holidays I travelled with my family to a few places in Asia.


On our departing flight, a fully robed monk sat by himself in front of us.  Not long into the flight, he became restless, lying across the vacant seats beside him, frequently swapping positions.  He began jolting around and yelling out loudly too.  As a result, he lost his glasses one of the times he rolled off the seats onto the floor in front of him.  Then I noticed what he was holding - Bombay Sapphire Gin and drinking it straight from the bottle.

I signalled his drinking to the lady across the aisle from me, who had become worried too.  Her husband and mine were asked by the flight attendant if we wanted to have the monk restrained.  We declined, as he had finally fallen asleep.  As the plane touched down, the monk asked my husband if we had landed in Singapore, when in fact we had landed in Kuala Lumpur!  He then showed my husband a picture of his father, who had just passed away and it all thankfully made a little more sense.


Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I’d had carpal tunnel surgery on my wrist five weeks earlier, leaving enough recovery time for the shopping onslaught we were about to embark on in KL.  But even I was sick of shopping, with the crowds, heat and overwhelming multi-levelled shopping malls, that was just our first day.

272 steps of Batu Caves with Hindu god statue, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Batu Caves - Kuala Lumpur

The following day we decided to explore the Batu Caves not far from the city centre.  It has a spectacular giant statue of a Hindu god and temples within the hillside caves.  Being scared of heights, I was nervous climbing the 272 steps to the top cave.  The steps were dotted with screeching wild monkeys and ridiculous humidity just for good measure.  When I reached the top cave temple, surprise, there were more steps inside leading to another level, to which I ask, why?


Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

On to Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam, where it didn’t take long for us to become accustomed to the constant whizz of scooters dashing around us.  This hadn’t changed in the 17 years since we were last there.  But what had changed, was the swelling population and the scooters now mounting the footpaths to get in front of each other. I frequently forgot this, being honked out of the way to avoid the obvious.

Crowded streets surrounding Union Square, Ho Chi Mink City, Vietnam

Union Square, Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Having a quick break from the busyness of the city, we decided on a Mekong River daytrip.  When we finally arrived at the mighty Mekong we took a sampan ride over to an island.  We had decided to sit in the back of the sampan to take photo’s, so were unable to hear our tour guide over the top of the extremely loud engine.  I did however hear about the ‘Coconut religion’ on a nearby island.  It was started by a scholarly man who only consumed coconut.  Apparently when he died he was malnutritioned, being many kilograms and centimetres under the norm – not so scholarly.

When we reached our destination island, we took a traditional horse and cart ride to the place we would be having lunch.  The horse and cart driver was traditionally on his mobile phone while driving.  After lunch we hopped onto little boats and were given conical hats to wear, while two incredibly fit elderly people paddled us along a busy, windy part of the river, for only a small fee.


Penang, Malaysia

Next stop was Penang, Malaysia, where we have been a few times before.  Our hotel had an unusually long corridor that led to our room which we named ‘the freezing tunnel of death’.  The air-con was icy cold and was well appreciated after a day in the hot sun, or a stroll of the humid night markets after dinner.  But when in wet bathers after swimming, it was indeed, the freezing tunnel of death.

Poolside of the Golden Sands Shangri La Hotel, Penang, Malaysia

Poolside Penang, Malaysia

The hotel came complete with a giant lizard, that scurried away under the rocks surrounding the pool, as I walked passed it.  I’m not sure which of us more was more alarmed.  Not as much as my daughter though.  She was floating in the water on her pool ring, oblivious to what some foreigners were frantically talking about, when she finally noticed the lizard swimming right passed her.

Of the many times we took rickshaws rides, one night ride was more memorable than the others.  Our young driver turned the volume of his disturbing music to (I’m sure) the maximum, as he began driving my cringing daughter and myself down the busy main street.  We felt every person turn and stare at the flashing lights and thumping music of our rickshaw, which went on to play “I’m sexy and I know it.”


We took 6 flights within 2 weeks with the same airline, listening to the familiar repertoire of Christmas songs played throughout the cabin (totally over it).  And after a busy couple of weeks of the sights, sounds and particularly smells of Asia, I recall, as I click the heels of my numerous newly bought shoes together, there’s no place like home.