Malaka, Malaysia
Well, a week in Tioman was enough. It's a nice place but I was ready for something new. So, this morning, at 7am (oh god, what an hour, the horror), Laura, Mariana and I caught the ferry back to Mersing. It was a slower boat than the one I'd come out on, but I didn't mind, more room, and the view was nice, chugging our way past small islands. The boat was filled with French, a school group, I think, a girl from Alabama, and another Vandy grad (that was the rumor, anyway). Upon arriving in Mersing, we had to change boats, as the tide was too low for our ferry to come into port. Fun.
We sat about in Mersing for a few hours till our bus to Malaka was ready, mostly watching the cats. But, in due time, our bus was ready, and we climbed aboard.
We were told that it was about 3.5 hours to Malaka, but we think it was closer to 5. However, we made it into Malaka relatively painlessly, only having to change buses once.
The first thing I saw, upon getting in here, was an A&W, strangely enough, at least I thought so. The busride into town (changed to a local bus to take downtown from the bus depot) was then discussing what rootbeer is, and the relative merits of "floats." I don't think the girls were convinced. We stopped at a hostel that Sev, the Swiss guy from Tioman, had recommended. They only had room for two people, but offered me a couch for free. I declined, and then walked across town to find another room.
Found one at Sunny's and proceeded to destroy the bed by sitting down on it with Le Bete still on my back. Oops. Fortunately, the bed was easily fixed, and we headed out for some dinner.
After walking around the block, we settled on the place where we'd started, and proceeded to cover the table with food. Good meal. We ate slowly, and the conversation floated through various subjects as the food was slowly ingested.
And, that brings me up to present. It seems like a really nice city, from what I've seen so far, and I plan to spend a few days here, before heading up to KL. All in all, it was a long day, 13 hours from when I put Le Bete on and left my bungalow in Salang, till when I finally shrugged Le Bete off in my room at Sunny's. Long day.
We sat about in Mersing for a few hours till our bus to Malaka was ready, mostly watching the cats. But, in due time, our bus was ready, and we climbed aboard.
We were told that it was about 3.5 hours to Malaka, but we think it was closer to 5. However, we made it into Malaka relatively painlessly, only having to change buses once.
The first thing I saw, upon getting in here, was an A&W, strangely enough, at least I thought so. The busride into town (changed to a local bus to take downtown from the bus depot) was then discussing what rootbeer is, and the relative merits of "floats." I don't think the girls were convinced. We stopped at a hostel that Sev, the Swiss guy from Tioman, had recommended. They only had room for two people, but offered me a couch for free. I declined, and then walked across town to find another room.
Found one at Sunny's and proceeded to destroy the bed by sitting down on it with Le Bete still on my back. Oops. Fortunately, the bed was easily fixed, and we headed out for some dinner.
After walking around the block, we settled on the place where we'd started, and proceeded to cover the table with food. Good meal. We ate slowly, and the conversation floated through various subjects as the food was slowly ingested.
And, that brings me up to present. It seems like a really nice city, from what I've seen so far, and I plan to spend a few days here, before heading up to KL. All in all, it was a long day, 13 hours from when I put Le Bete on and left my bungalow in Salang, till when I finally shrugged Le Bete off in my room at Sunny's. Long day.
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