Trip Start Feb 06, 2005
42Trip End Jul 2005
Anyway, as with most Malay towns, you can see most of the good stuff on foot in an afternoon. Then you kill time watching other bemused tourists wander round trying to figure out where the rest of the interesting stuff is. It's like they kind of expect a whole bunch of people to jump out from behind a building and yell: "Surprise! Just kidding! We had you thinking there's nothing to do here- there's actually heaps!".
The weekend night markets were on in Chinatown, so with a random American who was staying in my dorm room I wandered up and down buying unidentifiable BBQ meats and sweets
At the other end of the street was a kung-fu master using his powers to sell tiger balm. Fire-breathing, whip-cracking fun was outdone only by his piercing a coconut with a forefinger. I was soon targeted as the foreign butt of his jokes, and was apparently so good at it that I somehow ended up being in the rest of his show. He offered to take me round Malaysia doing shows with him, but regretfully I had to decline.