Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Last night, we went to this shisha bar in Batu Ferringhi where I had char kwah teow. This is actually just a Chinese dish with some seafood and just a dash of Malaysian spices thrown in, so for me, it was nothing new. It’s made with flat, medium-width noodles and basically just stir-fried with some bean sprouts and whatever else you want to put in. The bar had a nice atmosphere though, with strings of lights and whatnot, plus it was along the shore, so you’ve got the beach in the background.
The drinks here were too expensive, so we went to a “club” called 69, where a Long Island Iced Tea is 25 RM, as opposed to 40-45 elsewhere, and the glasses were pretty big. Because it was a Tuesday and rainy at that, there were very few people there, but you can tell this is a party place on the weekends, starring the pool set in the middle of the bar. There are also tables and cabanas set up all the way to the shore. I had a chocolate martini, which was delicious, and after we finished our drinks, we came home.
This “morning,” I headed off to the
Tip: You need to have exact fare for the bus in
When I got off, I first had lunch at Tree Monkey Café next door. This is not just a gimmicky name; there really are tree monkeys in the trees surrounding the café. Within five minutes of sitting down, I had as many mosquito bites. (Literally – one on each wrist, one on my left thigh, and two on my right.) I pulled out my mosquito repellant, and the waiter gave me their spray-on kind as well. I had pineapple fried rice, which really is just fried rice served in a pineapple with a few bits of pineapple and few cashew nuts thrown in.
After lunch, I went into the
Basically, this is a garden that makes you feel like you’re walking through the jungle, if the jungle had manmade waterfalls and steps. The variety of flora really is impressive (for someone coming from a temperate climate). At one point, it started raining a bit, and a tour guide who passed me told me in Chinese that if I was heading up the trail, I should come down as soon as I see any muddy water flowing down, because it means the ground has lost its integrity or something. I was also told to be on alert for small trees falling down if the wind started to pick up. Neither of these things happened, but I never really thought a minor mudslide or falling trees would be things I’d ever have to look out for.
My host picked me up after she got off from work, and we had a lively debate in the car over the expressive ability of the English language. We’re both a bit stubborn by nature, so neither of us had any success in convincing the other, but it was interesting to see a different perspective nonetheless. (I think English is capable of describing things beautifully, whereas she thinks it’s a very shallow language that is unable to convey certain things.)
We picked up an Italian CouchSurfer and had dinner at this really cheap but really delicious Chinese place. We ran into two of my host's colleagues, one of whom is an English gentleman, who for some god-awful reason has only been exposed to the central region of the United States. Now I realize there are redeeming qualities to the flyover states, but he said that he was once asked in West Virginia what language they speak in England. I rest my case.
Milk tea, Indian style
Tofu with meat sauce, stir-fried noodles with vegetables, and fried eggplant (which was amazing)
Pretty much everything I've had here other than the laksa has tasted like Chinese food with a tweak so slight it is undetectable. Maybe I'm just eating the wrong things at the wrong places.
Later on, we headed back to 69 for a couple drinks. I walked along the beach, dipping my toes in the sea, and picked up some seashells as souvenirs. The Italian said that pretty much every stereotype saying that all Italian men think about is girls and sex is true. For some reason, I don’t find this particularly surprising.
Tomorrow, I head off to