discovering ipoh is like hiding inside a banyan tree..

if the roots are strong .. it may last but if you cut off the roots ... am not sure about the outcome.

food storming through ipoh

 ipoh is famous for these juicy bits of bean sprouts..

 a storm was about to approach 

the sky looked rather dark..

everybody knew which food court was their favourite.

many of the restaurants were owned by chinese
and in almost all the restaurants there were
these altar tables.. dedicated to the gods.

night and day feels quite different in ipoh.. 

felt very old city feel during the night and it is a town seeped in history---

when the street lights were dim and there seem to be less traffic ...

 early morning most of the tourists like us sketchers 

from singapore

descend upon this quaint atmospheric town of food .. 

it was just amazing to try all sorts of noodle like concoctions,

one particular dish was immersed in curry 

and a whole bowl full of pork prawns 

further dipped into a delightful flavoured brown sauce..

the chef frantically preparing the different orders

it was a delight   to see them prepare right before your eyes..

in some cases .

one wished one had not been to the kitchen.

that was another place