Malaysia is so goood....the shopping...left me breathless (in every sense!)
I mean there was so little time and the malls are endless....every female gene instinctively knew that those lovely pair of shoes had to be mine, that little dress had to have a new home!
OKAY. apart from all that girly gushing. I must say that, Malaysia has a certain charm about it. Our hotel was at the Bukit Bintang district and it was at the heart of pubs, 24hr stores, hotels, eateries and malls. Even as a bystander at one of the street brawls, which by the way left a pretty dent in the getaway car - i knew that Malaysia had me sold on its culture. Its so diverse, unrestricted (think funky, goth, hip hop fashion trends, funky open air pubs, unending rows of food streets.. I think i didn't explore it all yet) Just a whiff and I'm hooked!
They even had our equivalent of Bugis street there, though selling different wares (think LV, prada, omega, burberry at pasar malam prices) and of course your latest blockbuster movies at a few ringgit:D
mmm...I think i saw season 2 of Heroes...
Going back again in MAY on my birthday! and I can't wait, the next time, definitely longer and better.
Till then, I'm counting down... three months to go! three months to save!
Time to clear the closet, for new additions!
Dreaming of a new day ahead!;
Just making my way through the crowd
We sought shelter at one of the rustic stalls, where a kind uncle showed us to a dry table. So we sat with a refrigerated coconut in hand, discussing possible alternatives... but in the end, we rented the bicycles, consulted a map and headed to the eastern part of the island.
Chek Jawa was our destination! The main roads were paved and a breeze to cycle on, but the small trails after that were a bit of a challenge, muddy pools threatened to adorn us in a mud. I wasn't really keen for that type of mud bath. When we reached the end of the trail, we had to park the bicycles and walk the rest on foot, you don't have to lock it, everyone trusts each other there. (really)
Walked about 100m out further, and came upon the information kiosk. Got a map, chatted with the friendly uncle manning the desk and trooped off to explore the conservation of marine life at Chek Jawa.
We passed one of those wells (think 'the ring') - a source of water for the villagers there and into the 'jungle'.
A tree with roots growing up from below,
Its housed in this really quaint cottage
(imagine worn brick, chimmney)
that's facing the sea
Breath-takingly pretty and the sea-salt breeze out there's super!
Dreaming of a new day ahead!;
Just making my way through the crowd