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George Town, Penang
I knew it's gonna be long but I didn't expect 15 hours.
Except for being long, the journey was pretty uneventful. We even stopped to get some food. We caught a great sunset at the Thai-Malaysian border. It would be almost perfect if it wasn't for the fact the our bus drivers searched our luggage for valuables while we were on the car ferry!!!!! Nothing was missing from mine. Nor planted. But I was s***ting myself after I discovered it was tampered with as I didn't have enough time to look through every pocket to make sure that I wasn't carrying anything dodgy. Some people got stuff nicked - brand new clothes bought as souvenirs, some electronics.
It made me feel really sad and angry because it was my last day in Thailand and so far I only had good experience. Well, I guess s*** happens everywhere. Mai pen rai.
Malaysia welcomed me with fantastic highways. Well, maybe there were just normal but for a Polish person they were effing great! We (the Polish) may often look down on Asian countries thinking they are poor and underpriviliged. They may be, in some aspects, but boy, they can build.
Anyway, I have arrived in George Town at 10.30pm, checked in, had a shower and gone out to grab something to eat. Well, I wasn't sure where to go and the Little India suggested by the receptionist looked a bit dark so I ended up in a guesthouse restaurant having a very bland fried rice. In Penanag, the food capital of Malaysia. It only prooves that tourist food is the same everywhere - I had the worst pizza ever in Milan, near La Scala.
My second day was much better. Foodwise. I had a very tasty banana leaf veggie brunch in Little India and delish Nasi Kandar: rice with selection of curries and ab fab chicken in sweet dark soy sauce. Sooooo good.
George Town was great for food and sightseeing. Bad for being approached by a weird Thai perv wanting to show me and, as I found out later, numerous other white females the "beach" on his moped. Harmeless but really sleezy and creepy.Had to spend all day looking over my shoulder to make sure he's not following me which he did.
With a hindsight, the urban George Town, and then Melaka, remind me of my home town. In all three places there is a great mish mash of old and new. New is not always of good quality and can be of poor aesthetics. Old is beautiful, charming and a bit dainty but often quite devastated or damaged by time and history. I wondered how they looked in the time of their glory.
On a third day I moved to Cameron Highlands. At least, this time the journey was short and easy.
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