Gerry Hat-Trick

After yesterday’s early morning exertions we decided to take it easy for the afternoon, so headed over to Telok Datai, aka Sandy Skulls beach. Stunning. Even more lovely than the main beach we’ve been going to – bijou, you might call it, tucked into a secluded little cove about 20 minutes ride from our hotel. […]

We’ve our Hungarian friends to thank. If it weren’t for them we would probably never have known that this was the day of the once-a-year event that is the walk across the sandbank to the island off Tanjung Rhu beach. On any other day of the year the island lies two or three hundred metres

Went out on the scooter following directions given us last night by a lovely Hungarian couple, in search of a wildlife park they’d stumbled across, which sounded wonderful. Closed by the pandemic, it all looked very forlorn and tired, apparently, but a lovely man appeared out of nowhere, welcomed them in, and gave them a

Freedom on the island: 250 ringits the week. Big investment – all of 40 quid – but that gives us access to anywhere on the island, anytime we choose. No brainer really. Oh, and just 160km on the clock when we receive the keys. Never had such a new vee-hickle in all my days! So,

After our godawful dinner last night, we were pleased this morning to find a shack down by the bus station which had some unpromising looking trays of curried fish heads and the like which, when you lifted the lid, smelled delicious. And proved so to be: a nice plate of rice, chicken and veg, enough

Last night in George Town and we decided on an Indian, but so many to choose from! One looked a little different from the rest, and seemed to be well-frequented by the locals, so we went in and sat down. We couldn’t make much sense of the menu, but everything everyone was eating looked delicious,

Vicious, thieving little bastids! I jest, but… It’s not like we hadn’t been warned. Take care on Monkey Beach; they have no fear, and an insatiable lust for goodies. But still… It all started when I went for a swim, on what we’d heard was a safe beach for it. Having not had the opportunity

After a couple of weeks I have to admit I was beginning to feel a bit underwhelmed by Malaysia, photographically speaking. Compared to Vietnam, this time last year. Now George Town, and it’s a bit like the old saw about buses – you wait ages, then they all come in a rush. First off, yesterday

First day in George Town, there was really only one thing to do: go up Penang Hill, and get a view of the whole board.  V sorted the bus, and two RM apiece took us on the half hour drive out through the increasingly scrappy suburbs to within a few minutes walk of the funicular

Returned to the Indian restaurant where we got a lovely meal a few nights ago in Tanah Rata and had another lovely meal.  The French couple from the bus turned up, and immediately turned tail, and we hoped it was at least in part because they’d spotted us. And would end up having a vastly