|Wonderful sailing weather|
What is there to do when you have an hour to wait for your ferry? There’s either an overpriced Starbucks or a reliable quite cheap KFC. I personally hate eating in KFC back at home because everybody that works there seems to be challenged. I’m sorry if you work in KFC but it annoyed me to the point where I have now refused to go in. Once I went into a KFC in Cambridge and was greeted with “Sorry, we’ve only got chicken left.” This statement made me stop dead in confusion. It’s a chicken restaurant and they’ve only got chicken left, there doesn’t seem to be an issue there. Have they run out of drinks? No. Have they run out of chips? No. Have they still got chicken? Yes…. Still have no idea what that person meant. Every time I seem to go in there, there’s something wrong with the order. “Sorry, we haven’t got any more corn on the cob. I’ve swapped it for gravy instead.” How is that a fair exchange? Anyway, back at Langkawi port I decided to grab a KFC and quickly use their free wi-fi whilst a monsoonal storm battered the island.
|A lot of effort went in to this celebration|
Time for bed me thinks. I’m not sure how I was going to sleep without a sheet over me but a friendly Australian man in his fifties who was in the same room lent me his blanket for the night. I brushed my teeth as per normal (every night I promise Mrs Dentist!) and climbed into bed, selected a soothing album to put me into a good night’s sleep. An itch appeared suddenly on my lower right leg and I scrapped it to relieve the itchiness. Another on my left upper leg and then on my arm. I itched them and thought nothing of it for a few more minutes until I began feeling them all over my body. I turned the torch on my mobile on and looked around and saw nothing but when I laid back down I saw something crawling over my pillow in the corner of my eye. I quickly redirected the torchlight and to my horror saw an adult sized bedbug scuttling away from the light. Once I saw one, I saw another crawling up the wall which I squashed leaving a smear of what I believe to be my blood on the white washed wall. Shit! Bedbugs are no joke. The bites and irritation they cause are the least of your problems as bedbugs like to travel. They hitch rides in backpacks, clothes, towels and bed linin, and are extremely difficult to eradicate. Having said that, I sprung up from my bed grabbed my belongings and evacuated the room. Nobody was to be seen. It was in the middle of the night and I resorted to sleeping on the hard wooden floor of the common area.
|Streets of Penang|
The man’s tone changed as it was obvious proof he could not defend. “It was that dirty backpacker that came in a week back. Bites all over him. We asked him if he had bugs and he said no. Now I have to do…….” He continued obviously not in that good English but I had to stop him as I really didn’t care about hearing the back story. “That, I do not need to know my friend. You have bed bugs. I slept on the floor. I want my money back.” I said. It didn’t work even though I threatened to write bad reviews on Trip Advisor, Hostelworld and any other website I can find including this blog. I angrily gave up as I really couldn’t be bothered with their lame excuses anymore and moved next door to the Old Penang Guesthouse where Barbara and Reut were staying.
|Kek Lok Si|
|That wish better come true|
Was it worth getting to the Snake Temple? Short answer is no. The temple wasn’t crawling with snakes as we had imagined and only a few were being carelessly handled by their owners trying to get money from people holding them and taking photos. We had seen enough and chose to head to the bus stop to get back to Georgetown for some Dim Sum and a couple of beers.
That was it for Penang, Barbara, Maggie and I bought tickets to leave the next day on a bus to the Cameron Highlands. Penang is a fantastic island full of multiple cultures and accompanying delicious foods, just a shame about the bedbugs!