I was a little worried about staying here at Jo Fisherman’s inn. Some of the reviews stated that it could be a little bit noisy as the rooms are predominantly built from what appears to be old pallets. Last night after a long days travelling through KL and then halfway up the Malaysian mainland we were both tired and in bed for 1030 after some great food. The inn was desperately quiet. There are mostly Malaysian families here with the exception of a young English physiotherapist who is travelling through Malaysia with his girlfriend for several months. The last time we stayed in a similar place to this was Southern India on the Kerala backwaters and I ended up banging on doors to tell them to be quiet. Here all was desperately still and it was us creeping along the wooden planked balconies to avoid waking anyone up. We slept the sleep of the blessed. We have turned our travelling compass off for a few days and it feels good to relax without having to think of the next bus, train or ferry. We will turn it back on when we set off for Penang in a few days time.
There was a tropical storm raging last night. We saw the sheet lightening over the sea as we made our way home. We only realised it had rained during the night when I went to collect the laundry from the roof. It’s no problem as today it is over 35 degrees with unbroken blue skies so it would be dry in an hour. Up breakfast and off to the beach. The beaches are glorious. Golden sands, green water and virtually deserted. A true paradise. We kicked back and chilled for the entire day in our private Heaven. There are plenty monkeys on the island but I think they stick mostly to the interior. We saw none on the beach today for which I am eternally grateful. It’s not just the constant threat of the little furry feckers biting you but that if you drop your guard for a moment then your backpack money and passports disappear into the jungle never to be seen again. Tomorrow we are going to try and rent a couple of kayaks we saw on the beach and kayak up the coast and to a couple of islands. I’m sure we will bump into our furry ancestors on the more remote parts of the coast.
I’m sat on the balcony looking out into dense jungle and reading a book. Crispy is on the bed under the a/c unit chilling. The visit to VietNam has spurred my interest in the war and I’m reading a book about a young US helicopter pilot during the conflict. In a while, there is no rush, We will shower
and take Crispy out for dinner. The menu here is mostly Malay and the food has been incredible.
The food around all the places we have been this trip has been outstanding. Everyone has been more than willing to accommodate Crispy and her intolerances. It can be difficult when there is no shared language to explain gluten intolerance but with the aid of “the card” we can usually get there. The card is perhaps our most important and reliable travel companion. These cards, which come in every conceivable language, are produced by the coeliac society and clearly state what Crispy can and can’t eat. They are worth their weight in gold. In fact it has been easier trying to explain gluten intolerance to people in both Vietnam and Malaysia than it is trying to get a breakfast in Leigh. Maybe the fact that people here can mostly read helps a lot.
1 hour later..............
I spoke too soon. The feckin monkies have arrived at our digs....... I’ll try and video the little shites.
Bare and Crispy signing off, Pangkor Island, Malaysia 🇲🇾
The view from the balcony
There was a tropical storm raging last night. We saw the sheet lightening over the sea as we made our way home. We only realised it had rained during the night when I went to collect the laundry from the roof. It’s no problem as today it is over 35 degrees with unbroken blue skies so it would be dry in an hour. Up breakfast and off to the beach. The beaches are glorious. Golden sands, green water and virtually deserted. A true paradise. We kicked back and chilled for the entire day in our private Heaven. There are plenty monkeys on the island but I think they stick mostly to the interior. We saw none on the beach today for which I am eternally grateful. It’s not just the constant threat of the little furry feckers biting you but that if you drop your guard for a moment then your backpack money and passports disappear into the jungle never to be seen again. Tomorrow we are going to try and rent a couple of kayaks we saw on the beach and kayak up the coast and to a couple of islands. I’m sure we will bump into our furry ancestors on the more remote parts of the coast.
I’m sat on the balcony looking out into dense jungle and reading a book. Crispy is on the bed under the a/c unit chilling. The visit to VietNam has spurred my interest in the war and I’m reading a book about a young US helicopter pilot during the conflict. In a while, there is no rush, We will shower
and take Crispy out for dinner. The menu here is mostly Malay and the food has been incredible.
The food around all the places we have been this trip has been outstanding. Everyone has been more than willing to accommodate Crispy and her intolerances. It can be difficult when there is no shared language to explain gluten intolerance but with the aid of “the card” we can usually get there. The card is perhaps our most important and reliable travel companion. These cards, which come in every conceivable language, are produced by the coeliac society and clearly state what Crispy can and can’t eat. They are worth their weight in gold. In fact it has been easier trying to explain gluten intolerance to people in both Vietnam and Malaysia than it is trying to get a breakfast in Leigh. Maybe the fact that people here can mostly read helps a lot.
1 hour later..............
I spoke too soon. The feckin monkies have arrived at our digs....... I’ll try and video the little shites.
Bare and Crispy signing off, Pangkor Island, Malaysia 🇲🇾
The view from the balcony
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