Malaysia and the miracle of Germolene
Trip Start Jul 2003
50Trip End May 2005
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Picking up the non-stop express to Butterworth we sped down south. The first sign we were approaching Malaysia were the large groups of young women, all wearing jeans and headscarves. We tore on through scenery of coconut and rubber plantations, flat farmland and industry; with mountains in the distance to the west and serious jungle supposedly somewhere to the east, we were clearly missing out on something.
The island of Penang was the safe-haven base of the British in the region, and the oldest in Malaysia. With them came the Indians, closely followed by the Chinese. The resultant architecture in Georgetown is an aesthetic blend of decaying streets of wooden Chinese shop fronts, Indian traders and smoking temples
Three days were lost in smoked salmon buffets, before we sadly bade farewell to our teak filled sitting room, bedroom, study and huge bathroom. Then we hopped back on the train, heading back to the west coast of Thailand to look for Phuket and the beaches, with Debbie on one of them.
Governor Will and Lady Emma (again)
ps not enough Malaysian food sampled to comment. The laksa assam (a kind of sour fish soup with noodles) was a bit strange but mighty spicy. With such a blend of immigrants, it's quite difficult to tell just where local dishes start. Fresh fish, crabs (soft shelled ones), prawns and curries are everywhere. The smoked salmon was superb but we think it had been brought by camel from Norway.