Georgetown
Trip Start
Oct 15, 2008
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Trip End
Nov 14, 2008
A little wandering from the jetty, feeling acostomed to the arch in the back the backpacks give you, we find a really nice hostel on the infamous Love Lane of Georgetown Pehang (noted for its numerous brothels, given only slightly away by the seedy back rooms with scantaly clad... could be female, could be male?). Rest assured though we saw nothing of this and happily dumped our stuff and set off to investigate. Georgetown made its name through its colonial trading position in the Andaman Sea. However, with hunger ruling Jons actions pretty much everywhere we go, we looked for food. Again with the mass mix of cultures it wasn't long before we find a growing collection of street vendours in China Town. Fortunately almost everyone speaks English so answering the abrupt 'you want food, you want mutton, chicken or fish?' we get ourselves fed. While eating, the neighbouring vendour (selling friut juices) walkers over and asks if we want a drink too. Fed and watered with not really sure what, we set off towards Little India (the next block) and happen upon Deepavali - a Hindu festival of lights, with deafening music and all sorts of stalls lining the streets - brilliant fun!
The next day it rained, and then rained some more... But with trendy raincoats on and umbrella between us we ventured out to see a little more of the town. Heading south we arranged our transport to the mainland in one of the big shopping malls (a very erie experience), back north-east towards Little India we look for the old colonial architecture found dotted between modern concrete, north to seek the remains of Fort Cornwallis (for those in the know it is around here the grave of the lover in The King and I is actually found) and back west to China Town.
The folk here were incredibly friendly and helpful, often taking us aback as you get used to not trusting anyone or expecting something for nothing, but genuinley people would ask where we are from, where we wanted to go, could they help, and other bits of advice. A strange concept we found difficult at first to accept.
At the end of the day, we were in a town with a few sights and sounds to experince and enjoy but swiftly found ourselves hankering for a change... The Cameron Highlands and the jungle me thinks...
The next day it rained, and then rained some more... But with trendy raincoats on and umbrella between us we ventured out to see a little more of the town. Heading south we arranged our transport to the mainland in one of the big shopping malls (a very erie experience), back north-east towards Little India we look for the old colonial architecture found dotted between modern concrete, north to seek the remains of Fort Cornwallis (for those in the know it is around here the grave of the lover in The King and I is actually found) and back west to China Town.
The folk here were incredibly friendly and helpful, often taking us aback as you get used to not trusting anyone or expecting something for nothing, but genuinley people would ask where we are from, where we wanted to go, could they help, and other bits of advice. A strange concept we found difficult at first to accept.
At the end of the day, we were in a town with a few sights and sounds to experince and enjoy but swiftly found ourselves hankering for a change... The Cameron Highlands and the jungle me thinks...



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i see cameron has a place out there ;