Our final day breakfast.

I probably have mentioned that we had eater well on out trip.  Our final breakfast was a treat.  I still don't know what it was, but by now I had gotten down the pattern of the conversation.

Me "What is it?"
Wanlyn "Roti canai" (Or something like that)
Me  *Pause*
Me  "And what is that?"

The explanations were usually sufficient, but I did rely on them to want me of the spicier dishes.

Preparing the pancake like dish.  It's flung like a pizza to paper thin, then filled with whatever and folded shut.

The result: Yumminess.  Notice the coffee?  I loved the coffee.  3 in 1.  Fantastic stuff.  Raymond even sent me home with a bag.  Brenda loves it too.  I should have kept it a secret!   

Just a great Mother/Daughter photo.