After yesterday’s exhaustions we returned – brave little troopers we – for a nightwalk in the jungle. Unfortunately, as is so often the case, lots of other people had the same idea. With the jovial conversations and kids’ squalling echoing through the trees, any self-respecting beasties had not surprisingly vacated the area, leaving us with a motley collection of spiders, stick insects and scorpions, though we did see one frog. Woop woop. Still, it was enjoyable enough, and we weren’t sorry to have gone.
This morning saw us taking the 10 o’ clock minibus back to the Cameron Highlands, en route for Penang. Nothing much to report, other than the most egregious bit of selfish inconsiderateness I can recall, when a French couple nipped on the bus ahead of everyone else and seized the front three seats – the only ones with more than Ryanair legroom – one of which they used to provide a comfortable berth for their bag. Entente bleedin’ cordiale to you too, merdesuckers.
V was all for declaring war, but I managed to talk her down. Shortly afterwards the front seat was vacated, and immediately seized by the woman, without so much as a by your leave – at which point I brusquely “Excusez moi”d her beau and moved in. V insisted she wouldn’t take the other seat – ‘I don’t really need more legroom, and I don’t want to sit next to him!’ – but I at least got to spend the rest of the six hour journey in comfort.
And so we arrive back in the Highlands – just one night, before we hit the road again, this time heading for the beach. Looking forward to that!