Saturday, January 31, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Great Cafes of Penang
Penang is a cafĂ© lover’s paradise. There were more amazing
places here than I could frequent in my few short days, but I have a feeling
that I saw some of Georgetown’s best. I started with Nomadic Note’s Guide tocafes of Penang, but when I could not find some of them, I dodged into others.
A word of caution, many cafes open late (noon or later) and close early (five
or six). Some are not open on Sundays or Mondays. Plan accordingly.
Mugshot
The most famous and iconic of the Georgetown cafes. An expat
favorite. Who wouldn’t feel inspired to write in the sunlit courtyard of a colonial house with green shutters? Mugshot
also makes excellent crispy bagel sandwiches, and thick tart homemade yogurt.
Sugar Honey
Excellent drink selection. I ordered an iced Rose Latte, and
my partner had a fantastic Green Tea latte. Their seats were very comfortable and
conducive to working.
Twelve Cups
Another great green tea latte can be found here. This place
is very clean and generic, but it provided a great little refuge from an
afternoon storm.
The Alley
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Bus From Kuala Lumpur to Penang
Beware: The Alisan bus! |
The train from Kuala Lumpur to Penang was sold out for the day I wanted to leave, so I decided to make the journey by bus. The bus had many advantages. Unlike the train, which would leave at 3:00 pm and arrive in Butterworth station at 10:00 pm, the bus leaves nearly every hour. I could ride it in the morning and check into the hotel at a reasonable hour. It also takes less time, only 4.5 hours, as opposed to the train, which takes 7 hours. I heard that the bus rides were comfortable with AC and even wifi. It was also possible to book them a day in advance, or even right before travel (though I don’t like to leave things to the last minute). Unfortunately, my bus ride with Alisan Buses was not what we expected.
The night before I went to Puduraya Bus Terminal and bought
my ticket from the Alisan counter. There were many scalpers trying to sell tickets at the elevators but I ignored them and proceeded straight to the
ticket counter on the top floor. I booked directly at the Alisa counter. At 38
ringits, it was less than I expected.The bus was scheduled to leave at 10:45 the next morning.
Inside the bus |
I arrived at the platform at 10:30. The bus rolled up right
at 10:45 and by 11:04 we departed. Things seem to go smoothly, until the AC
kicked out and it because miserably hot. The windows couldn’t be opened, so
after only a few minutes, I was literally dripping sweat onto the seat cushion.
I didn’t even want to lean back into my seat because my back was so wet with
sweat. At 11:45 we stopped at the Batu Caves, not the touristy side, but an
unremarkable dirt road with nothing around. The bus driver said we would take
“a 15 minute break.” I wondered why we needed a break when we weren’t even an
hour outside of KL, but I was hoping they would fix the AC. We disembarked the bus,
hoping to find a bathroom or a drink stand, but there was nothing but car lots
and temples. When I circled the block, I saw the bus turned around and was
driving away!
I ran behind the bus, it was moving slowly so I could catch
up with it. After 10 minutes of following the bus, it stopped near a gas
station. I used the bathroom and got back on. The AC still didn’t work and it
was even hotter in the afternoon sun. 20 minutes passed. More people got on.
The bus then drove back to the point where it dropped us off, and more people
got on. All but one. We were missing someone. The bus started circling the
block, looking for the missing person. And the AC was still out. After nearly
an hour of this slow painful drive, the bus pulled in front of a McDonalds and
the driver told everyone to get out “for 30 minutes.” He offered no explanation
but I figured they were going to look for the missing guy and fix the AC. That
was 12:45, two hours after we departed the bus terminal in Kuala Lumpur.
I should have been mad. I should been worried. But somehow
I focused on the positive: At McDonalds, we are indoors, shielded from
sunlight, mosquitos, and smog. We have AC and I was able to dry my sweaty body.
We are sitting at a table with chairs. There are free bathrooms with toilet
paper and soap and working hand drivers (that’s more than I can say for the
vast majority of bathroom in KL). There’s food (and it’s sanitary at that).
There’s even wifi. At least we are not squatting on the dirty ground outside in
the heat.
We are at a McDonalds.
That’s the positive.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Cemetery in Kuching
Before my trip to Borneo, I googled cemeteries in Kuching.
Some very impressive images of colorful Chinese armchair graves came up, and I
decided that I had to see them in real life. However, none of the websites with these impressive
photographs could tell me the name or location of the cemetery. I resorted to
searching Google Maps, which directed me to several cemeteries a good hour’s
drive outside the city. Not really what I wanted.
I had all but given up on finding cemeteries in Kuching,
when an act of serendipity lead me to this site. I had taken a taxi from the
river to a café on Jalan Tun Ahmad Zaidi Adruce, and when I looked out the window I saw the tips
of tombstones in a gravesite at the intersection of Jalan Tun Ahmad Zaidi Adruce and Jala Nanas. This
cemetery looked more western with grey tombstones, but I figured it was at
least worth a look. I decided to walk there on my way back from the café,
about 1.5 km. But when I couldn’t find a crosswalk I turned the corner and
went up a different road. Along that road I found a much larger and more
beautiful cemetery with….armchair graves! I was so excited. I didn’t have to
venture out of Kuching to find a beautiful cemetery.
For those who are interested, the cemetery can be found on Jalan Tun Abang Haji Openg, just opposite the Hospital Umum Sarawak.
For those who are interested, the cemetery can be found on Jalan Tun Abang Haji Openg, just opposite the Hospital Umum Sarawak.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
The Why Question: Reflections from Kuching
I’ve been getting the “why” question a lot from fellow
travelers. When I tell them that I am on the road for six months, the first
word is another w-word: wow. Then it is always followed by “why” in one form or
another:
“What made you decide to do this?”
“What’s the purpose of your trip?”
“Why so long?” “Why Asia?” “Why now?”
Of all the conversations I was prepared to have, this wasn’t
one of them. Although they start off seeming merely curious, I don’t feel like
justifying my decisions to anyone. I'm here because I want to be here. I have
dreamed of traveling around the world my whole life, and I finally have the time, money, and energy to
do it. I'm in between jobs at a turning point in my career, and I’ve been
saving money for this trip since I was nineteen. I'm in Asia because I think this is
the most fascinating region of the world. It’s at the top of my bucket list.
There are places I want to see, things I want to do, and food I want to eat
here. Being overseas, gleaning experience and knowledge from other people and
my surroundings is a fundamental part of my identity. I am my experiences. I am
interesting because I do interesting things.
This is who I am.
If judgment was absent from their initial question, it
begins to show after I give my response. Somehow, everything I’ve said isn’t
enough. They want to hear a specific purpose. An action-plan with measurable
goals and a purpose. “I'm a mountain climber and my goal is to climb every
mountain in this region” or “I own a restaurant and came here to sample local
cuisine in order to revamp our menu.” They want me to explain myself with a
label. “I'm a photographer…” “I'm a volunteer…”
When I can’t answer so simply they seem genuinely concerned.
They look like they don’t know how to handle me. I worry them. Like I'm
freefalling through space and my inability to condense my identity into one
acceptable title spells my doom.
I expected this attitude from folks back home, the 9 to 5
working crew. I expected this attitude
from people who have never left the U.S., and from people who never use their
vacation days. I did not expect this attitude from other travelers, whom I
would meet on dusty roads in Bali and in dense jungles in Borneo. I did not
expect this from people who are more well-traveled than I, older than I, wiser
than I.
But here I am. The question comes up in every dreaded
conversation, and the attitude, however masked by kindness it may be, is
visible. I shrug it off. I laugh. I end the conversation. I keep going. I don’t
need their approval to do what I'm doing, but it weighs on my mind. I was
hoping that by traveling I would escape the social pressures to conform. I was
hoping I would meet other non-conformists. But at barely a month into my trip,
that has yet to happen.
-Wednesday, Oct. 15, 2014 Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, Kuching, Malaysia
-Wednesday, Oct. 15, 2014 Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, Kuching, Malaysia
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