a dying breed: the roti man

Earlier today, around 745+-, on the way back after visiting mak’s grave, saw a dying breed sort of: the roti man. I saw him at the traffic light some where in shah alam. It brought back memories of yesteryears, living at rumah kedai university garden, in the early 70s. well, other than the roti man, we, the children always looked forward to visits from the barber, abang malek (whom I worked for during weekends sometimes selling goreng pisang) who came on his bicycle, carrying a stool for the children to sit while having their hair cut. The coffee peddlar, who appeared once a month, bringing with him fresh coffee beans, and frying and grinding them beans, the aroma lingers till today hahaa The Chinese nyonya selling vege n fish, using the 'dacing' or double-pan balance scale, to weigh the groceries. Not forgetting the cendol man. The sweetness of the cendol was totally awesome, and I always insisted on less cendol so that I could get more shaved ice n brown sugar : ) and not forgetting the ice cream seller too, knnnnn Back to the roti man. He was carrying an awfully lots of load, which can be very dangerous, but I guess that’s the thing about him. The display of assorted bread and buns and tidbits surrounding him, hanging, is quite a scene. With his metal box at the back full of bread, he is truly one of a kind.

a sight to behold..