Sunday, 5 October 2014


I managed to buy bread from the Ting Ting Uncle this afternoon. When I was a child, the Ting Ting Uncle would peddle his ware in a bicycle but nowadays he goes around in a motorbike. He is referred to as the TingTing Uncle or the Ting Ting man because he sells his wares while making a Ting Ting sound by hitting a hollow metallic object.
Back in the good ole days the bread was baked using a wood fired kiln by Indian bakers but nowadays the bread is from the bakery run by the Chinese. Oh. How I miss those nice buns of days gone by.

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