Continuing from Kluang - Part 1, we woke up at 7 o’clock in the morning so that we could join Raymond to go back to his secondary school, Sekolah Menengah Taman Kluang Barat, for a forum.

The two hours forum was organized so that two of the top students, Raymond Lopez and Fadzlie Wong, would give some tips and pointers to the current students in tackling examinations questions, the proper way to study, time management and etc.. Well, that being said, everything they said was *coughs* useful and truthful *coughs*. Time table? Mind mapping? Three hours of studying per day? Ironic. Haha!

After the forum, we went to Kluang railway station for the original Kluang coffee. Yes, the original Kluang station, not the franchised and over priced one. As the name speaks for itself, it is located just next to the railway. Duh! It’s really loud and noisy whenever the train leaves the station, with the occasionally loud horn. Nostalgic, perhaps?

It was about 11am and just about the right time for brunch. Luckily, there was an empty table when we arrived and probably the best seat of all, which was right in front of the “water station”.

The guy or probably the boss is the one making all the drinks. One kettle after another kettle, he just kept making them non stop. One step to another, his movement was nothing but smooth, as if he was playing some tai chi moves. One part of hot water, two parts of coffees, nothing more nothing less. We chatted a bit, with him telling us a little bit of the shop’s history and some casual conversations with the locals (Raymond and Fadzlie).

Tea, anyone?

The price is awfully cheap. Nothing close to the franchised kopitiams.

We ordered kaya and butter toast bread with iced coffee. The bread, is not the usual squarish bread, but the soft and round bread. Slightly toasted on the outside, with a thick slice of butter and oozing out kaya, totally opposite of the stingy franchised counterparts.

Soft boiled eggs and iced coffee. Just nice for a light brunch.

We left the place and went to have chendol, the Indian style. The guy operates at some back lane facing the main road, wearing a beret, which reminded me of Jamie Hyneman of Mythbusters. You can see his glowing and shinning white teeth standing out and screaming for attention.

The chendol is the watery kind, full of coconut milk and red beans. Unlike the Malacca’s, flooded with gula melaka. It was about noon when we had our chendol and the icy chendol came at the right time to wash down the heat.

Well, that’s about it. We headed back home for lunch after that and left for Malacca at 6pm. We did stop at an organic dragon fruit farm and Muar for dinner but that’s another story. Moreover, I didn’t take any pictures when we were in Muar. Plain tired.

Road trip, came just at the right time. It was tiring and rather simple / boring, but it was satisfying nonetheless.