Where the streets have no name

Song by U2

I spent Easter at Johore, 3 days in a mosque. The cool part about the mosque was that it was air conditioned even as we sleep. The not so cool part was when we had to stand for a bout 2 and half hours waiting for the customs to check our passports. There was the traffic jam and the human jam. We left our mosque at 8am and reached Johore at 1230pm. Anyway the place where we went was like a ghost town but we did manage to meet some brothers whom we invited to the mosque. There a lot of Pakistanis down there. When we went back we had lunch at Larkin. The Tom Yam was superb and so was the satay. Now I know have more makan places that I take note of.