JAMES Bond was at one time the icon of Fraser’s Hill. He epitomised its laidback, carefree days when Malaysia met little England, with a roguish Asian twist.
Bond, as he called himself, was a rakish Chinese driver who steered the local bus to the hill station twice a day. He navigated the bends using only one hand on the steering wheel, one foot dangling out of the window and a lit cigarette loosely perched on his lips.
