Port Dickson, Malaysia (PD as it is called) was where I completed my high school studies. It is a coastal town, south of Kuala Lumpur, that despite its coastline being now dotted with hotels and condominiums, is still able to exude its old small town charm. In 1963, my father was transferred by Shell Oil from Singapore to Port Dickson. We had a home there until he retired and I attended high school in PD from 1963 until I graduated in 1966.
After I left school and moved away, I still returned to PD on weekends. In recent years, each time we visit Malaysia, PD is always on the visit list. The old school is still there, still serving PD students. Many of my former school mates are still around and over the past three years I have been able to reconnect with many from more than fifty years ago.
I have been a member of the Port Dickson Yacht Club since 1970. When I left Malaysia in 1975, I maintained my membership, which I have to this day. This allows us to use the club facilities whenever we visit, including the rooms which we are able to stay at for only about US$20 a night.
Our visits to PD are always relaxing times by the pool and sea, with many meet ups with old classmates. It is a blessing to be able to visit a place in the past that is still very much the same and with many friends still around. Most of my classmates are also in their seventies and have retired. This does not stop us from meeting and having a good time together.
Everyone has a special place they have fond memories of. PD is that special place for me. It was where I graduated from high school in 1966 and where Rhonda had her Peace Corps training in 1973. We met in PD and had our first date at the club. We enjoy returning to this special place and connecting with friends from many years ago.
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