I love the Kampar main market. Well, there isn't any other. I love the simplicity of the sellers. I have intrigued by these women sellers who trade their wares which such intensity. I bet they have been doing these for years. The reason why I think Kampar is an amazing time capsule: old pre-war buildings and people. I saw a 1914 Long Banes clock on the preface of a building today which still works.
The town is three parallel blocks of buildings, no higher that two stories. All intersected by 100 metre lanes with names like Jalan Market, Jalan Masjid and etc. You have the obligatory banks and many hair saloons (I marvel at the wisdom of having one at every junction).
I love the choice of food you can get at the thriving food court next to the market. Not as segregated as you would find in most big cities and towns. Here people are fine selling their wares next to each other. People are of an older generation, you get the random toothless grin from perfect strangers. It is quite a nice change. I need to loosen up more, I guess.
The town is three parallel blocks of buildings, no higher that two stories. All intersected by 100 metre lanes with names like Jalan Market, Jalan Masjid and etc. You have the obligatory banks and many hair saloons (I marvel at the wisdom of having one at every junction).
I love the choice of food you can get at the thriving food court next to the market. Not as segregated as you would find in most big cities and towns. Here people are fine selling their wares next to each other. People are of an older generation, you get the random toothless grin from perfect strangers. It is quite a nice change. I need to loosen up more, I guess.
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