I'm at Bentong now for our annual ritual for Ching Ming. I woke up at 6am asleep throughout the journey and was jammed on the way to the hill. Apparently the person in charge of traffic had double standards and all the cars were in a standstill. Then some uncle have him a piece of his mind and the traffic flow has regained normalcy. We owe that uncle. Firecrackers are heard all over the hill. It's like CNY. For the deceased, that is.