harrym,
I was transported in the back of a Beverley from KL to Singapore in late 1958. It was like entering Batu Caves. An enormous cavern.
In the same year, when I had a clear line of sight from the garden of our married quarter on the hillside to the west of the runway in KL, I could watch the BOAC Bristol Britannia fly in -- once a week on a Saturday, as I recall. What a wonder sight, sound and smell. It was true love at first sight for a nine year old boy.
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