Along the Seremban-Tampin trunk road, just after Senawang, you won’t miss it on the left. There are plenty of cars to draw your attention.
Cars diligently file in non-stop to fill up the nook and cranny of the compound.
The white tents and the eye-catching yellow banners will pull you in.
Makeshift stools under the cool shade, near the main road, attest to the popularity of this spot. In the distance, a family is enjoying the goodies. Great stuff!
Free refills make the whole affair even more exciting, especially for freeloaders.
Mr Leman Dawi himself is on hand to greet visitors, and to bark instructions to his efficient workers. He’d look more handsome with shoes on.
Otherwise he’s found bonding with his guests. A very colourful and vocal character, Leman Dawi is.
There’s a solid queue as we enter the tent. Hope the chow is not sold out yet. The popular cendol normally gets finished by early afternoon, sometimes even earlier. 
Expectant cendol junkies patiently await their turns.
In the ‘kitchen’, staff are feverishly preparing more cendol and goodies.
Fancy some barley drinks to wash down your cendol? Grab them for free, unlimited refills.
Festive mood under the warm canopy, but things are orderly.
So here’s the beef. Plain-looking cendol, but the taste … ummm … pretty decent, especially the freshly-prepared green cendol, and the accompanying coconut milk syrup.
And of course, the free refill. Just serve yourself, but frankly, the thing is so watery and sweet that you can’t really take in much. But that’s just me, maybe.
Cendol Leman Dawi done, and we decide to leave after only two lame helpings.
Meanwhile it’s standing squatting room only, as the crowd builds up.
Will we come back? I guess so, just for the great festive-like ambience and to bump into Mr Leman Dawi again. Great cendol a bonus, I’d say. 
> THE END
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