Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha from the whole lot of us in Sitiawan…
…or something.

Daphnis at the ring
It was Eid and it was Sitiawan’s turn this year.

Cold Enceladus
The trip to Sitiawan was not stressful for traffic was more than manageable. After nearly three years, I am still getting used to raya traffic being bad in the opposite direction.

Swimming in the Titanian Methane lakes
Irfan and I performed solat Aidiladha at the temporary masjid in town as a new one was under construction at the site of the old.

When I grow up I want to be Iapetus
Before long it was time to head home.
A sad footnote:The day we before we travelled to Sitiawan I had heard that an old family friend – my parents’ good friend and my former classmates’ dad – had been hospitalised. We visited him the next day and were met by his entire family, people I have known since I could remember and rarely meet these days. Sadly the next day – the day before Eid, he passed away. Innalillahiwainnailahiraajiun, Uncle Kamaruddin.