Back in 1977, my sister was sent to a school in rural Kedah, a few miles from Alor Star, after finishing her teachers’ training college course.
The “road” to her school was really an unpaved sandy earth path, with paddy fields on both sides. The only way to go through was on foot, or with a bicycle or a motorbike. My dad bought her a cutesy little Honda, which went by the name of “Chaly”. It was really a bike designed for girls.
It must have been quite a sight for the villagers and farmers to see two Chinese girls (she and her colleague) making their way to the local school on these bikes.
In fact I was told that her colleague was stopped one day and asked for her hand in marriage by an admirer from the village.