I went to a place called Taman Warisan (literally translated into Heritage Park). It wasn’t exactly what I would call a park. The building, however, incorporated some of traditional wooden structures. The place was like a food-court with small stalls selling their specialties.
There were Satay (grilled skewed-meat), Air Batu

I had to quickly finish my meal and find somewhere drier. There was nowhere to go actually. There were some shops selling souvenir. There was also a corner displaying some Malaysian antiques tools. There were antique mould for making Bahulu, (a traditional Malay pastry) as well as the thing that was used to pound the paddy grain to obtain the rice grain.
I waited for almost an hour. The rain did not stop. It showed no sign of stopping. It got worse and worse. When I could no longer wait, I decided to dash across the parking lot and got into the car. Thanks to the invention of remote control for car lock, I need not to stumble with my keys in the pouring rain.

When I finally left Putrajaya around 4pm, the rain was still pouring.
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