Svegliaaaaaaa!! You have to get off here!
mom tells me the kind of small bambostro restless that I played most of the journey, from when the same did not give him two bream on the buttocks thereby granting the deserved rest.
are in Georgetown in minivan that I had to negotiate in Hat Yai, but initially I had to take the train to the station I got shot at a higher price to come down to Butterworth and (value of butter? ?) !
dumped me in the street at 15 any hot day between petulant gentlemen who call me anywhere to offer accommodation.
I still sleepy I light a cigarette and sitting on the backpack I try to understand where they are.
I have not read printed maps or information, nothing in the distance I see a lane, Love Lane alley 's ammorre , a sign?? (Er is of monopolies) . I set out and after a while I find a gh economy with a dormitory, the owner tells me that soon he wants us to dismantle and other rooms (?), After seeing it I agree.
The department through the end of Malaysia, try Lourdes "is a worn room with 10 beds and a sink, and many residents are almost all" accappottati "in bed, hello ...
give me a sheet and ask me 10 ringgit , ok.
With the "merciful veil" (it is appropriate to say) cover the worn mattress and I give myself a shower reflective gear housing tomorrow!
Among the mythology of the residence there too, Adriano said "er pirate, Roman San Lorenzo exiled to that of Penang because of a problem with the visa thai (in Malaysia grant three months of staying free of charge, however you do not need to reach the country visa).
Telling the story of this man is absolutely impossible, the former fan curve south, a former paratrooper, a former caterer, former crashed (twice), formerly considered incurable, and has given Asia and Buddhism (a little 'in his own way to tell the truth, too, "started" next Casaprota, small world eh ...), has spent the last 9 months in meditation at various temples in Thailand and is now waiting for a visa to India, the last leg of its migration ... maybe. Immediately I start to drive around the city looking for a new home but especially food.
Adriano recommend me a place where he goes every day for the only meal of the day, that of 12, as a Buddhist monastic life, and no mistake; exaggerated portion of rice and various vegetables served on banana leaf and eaten with no place, that is with your hands and water "pure" source, all meticulously India for the modest sum of € 1, it seems to me to be back in Calcutta ... God bless India, with all due respect for cooking Thai and good manners!
Little India is indeed India, the Indian people (even if the Malays generation), sounds, smells and nonsense about the same, I like a lot '.
little farther Chinatown with its beautiful old buildings, shops with traditional wooden shutters, the banquets of food, and the sellers of all kinds, all surrounded from skyscrapers in the distance on one side and the sea on the other, really has a great fascination this city, I did not.
The owner of the tavern has a couple more on the same path and gives me a single room for 18 ringgit with free wi fi right here beside I accept and I moved into the single cell.
The days I spend the running as usual and making me carry the contradictions of these early days in Malaysia, between different ethnicities, religions and colors, all under the same flag and under the same number, ' 1 .
wherever it occurs through slogan the need for cohesion among the differences.
people of Malay Muslim majority population and those in power, Indian and Chinese backgrounds and with a strong sense of belonging, Christians, foreigners ...
from advertising in the street smiling and comforting, in TV, radio stations, all in the name of ' 1 , all under one banner ... "under" is the case to say that in reality is not so ... but that's another story.
However, there are also the biggest rats ever seen and uninhibited, shameless!
Before leaving Penang I could not contact the Marco monkey, another Italian globetrotter room here in Georgetown now a bit '(too?)
I was his guest, and Kitt, a couple of days have been addressed issues ideologicominchiatiche so deep and complex that it can not be divulged at this historic moment.
That which emerged, however, may in the future to save humanity.
time to time ... and that serenity reigns supreme.
Hello Mark, thanks ;-)
After 8 days greet the city, Adriano, Marco and other troubled souls.
The plan was to drive down the coast and go up to Malacca, on the other side but so what?
Curiosity drove me to the east and also from as consigliatomi monkey do I stop at Perhentian Islands.
Travelling in Malaysia is actually comfortable, buses, roads and all the rest are modern and efficient, too.
top producers of palm oil in the world, keep us know.
I knew the infamous Malaysian air conditioning but I had no idea you are riding in a blizzard.
Needless to seek to lower the air!
I saw people at the station with sweaters, blankets, moon boot and yak skins but I could not imagine so, and I alone with my sarong and tie their hair, hibernating!
After a fruitless night in Kota Bharu (only useful to understand that: almost all the inhabitants are Muslims and the "style" of life that goes with it, there are a KFC and a MC'D per capita, the mice will cut out the nails on the pavement, prices are high!) in the afternoon I board and arrive at Kuala Besut to Pulau Kecil, the smaller of the two islands and also the cheapest ... umm ...
I do "launch" a long beach looking for accommodation and visit all the facilities of the beach, about 60 in 50 square meters, including the huge mass of human West pours on the beach, all have high prices (for me).
in the end I find a bed in a dorm right on the beach for 30 ringgit !
Alex, the boy who the handles, is French and atypical sympathetic, now lives in Malaysia a few years decided to stay in it seriously!
Now we find an agreement despite the football rivalry (even seen their figures in the past couple), which will be crucial for my stay.
The island has no roads, no vehicles, we cross from side to side through a path in the jungle, anyway you look at it from anywhere is wonderful.
The turquoise water, clean, clear, coral, white sand and lush vegetation ... dream.
exploration of ritual and part the next day as "goat script ..." but not to pay the taxi boat step the whole day walking between the only two paths through the jungle, including the continuous up and down, more heart attacks caused by fatigue that monitor lizards (up to 150 cm long !!!), and charming little bungalow hidden coves where you can regenerate, until arrival at the fishing village, only populated place.
The road ends here!
How? I see my beach from here, there will be more than one km.
Taxi boat or go back ...
easy to imagine the goat outcome!
The next day I give myself my first real day of snorkeling, with the mask!
Along with three Chinese anemic and incredibly clumsy spend the day among the wonders of the "abyss" between the improbable and impressive variety of corals, fish swimming in every color and size, barracuda, sharks (no more one meter and a half) and giant sea turtles.
How to float in the imagination.
The fun and friendly guy every time the boat had to pay me a fish up, I felt like a kid in Willy Wonka factory .
I never thought of being kidnapped by such a thing, but I was wrong.
surprised once again by the wonders of this World.
Andrea, Perenthian
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