Thirty seven years, I literally grew up in Georgetown. Nothing much has changed in term of the buildings surrounding this area. That is why it is nostalgic.
The road we used to pass through to go to Muntri Street health clinic, previously known as old Lam Wah Ee Hospital.
End of the road meeting Chulia Street. Traders line the road making it a busy morning market. My parents seldom shopped here as the prices were a bit more expensive. Instead, we shopped more often at Chowrasta Market, also known as Indian market.
Now under major renovation it seemed. May have changed many hands. My mother used to call it dispensary 'Kou', but not sure whether the doctor's surname was Kou or not. This was our family clinic in the 1970s to 1980s. Somehow, it seemed, only medications from this clinic worked for me. After moving house, I still came back to this clinic until the doctor migrated. My mother used to praise the doctor, who was very polite and kind. Often, all the siblings got sick at time and the doctor would prescribed the same medications to all the siblings and charged one consultation only. We hardly find this type of doctor anymore.