Pulau Pinang

I lived in a land where the coconuts grew where the sun always shone under sky that was blue where the fans on the ceilings and conditioned air were the only cool breeze you could find anywhere. I basked in the heat, and baked in the sun where living and loving were always good fun where I woke up happy to meet every day knowing that working was simply more play. An island afloat in the tropical seas with sun, sea and sand meant only to please the locals so friendly the food so divine with flavour so scrumptious it didn’t need wine. From it’s beaches to hilltop, from jungle to street from market to temple in trishaw, on feet shone beauty and wisdom in all you could see where even the lowliest soul could soar free. I lived on an island, the island caught me by my heart, where it stays and I still long to be a ‘Pearl in the Orient’ second to none where dreams were alive under tropical sun. Now many years on and I’ve never been back though an ache in my heart still marks out the track that I took in my youth under tropical sun when ‘Pulau Pinang’ was the place I learned fun. Ivor G Davies