These were probably the last sights of the town before my grandmothers boarded the sailing ship for Malaya.
The City Hall, The Harbourmaster Building, The Spit at the Harbour and The Beach.
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I have never been there.
But my late grandparents on both sides were from Pekalongan, well my grandmothers were from there, that is certain, but I am not so certain about my late grandfathers.
That woman wearing batik skirt, kebaya and carrying baby in a sling made of batik sarong, does remind me of my village.
My village in Tanjong Karang is not much different than this...coconut palm plantations and rice fields.
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