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Katja and Arne's travel stories

29.06.15 George Town

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Katja did a yoga session in the hotel gym this morning, I still want my normal leg color back before training.
After breakfast we go over to the bus station and get on 204, the bus that run to the Penang Hill. The hill is a great place to get a overview of this corner of the island and over George Town in particular. 

We’re way outside peak season and that is good. There’s no waiting in line what so ever. Tripadvisor tells of people waiting 2,5 hours for getting on the tram in peak season, that would have been pretty boring.

The ride up is less than ten minutes and we’re up on almost eight hundred meters with a fantastic view. The plateau includes restaurants, juice bars and owl museum amongst other things. We visit the owl museum that’s a collection of artifacts, not live owls. Katja is a bit disappointed about that. We also visit the Hindi temple on top of the hill and look at the figures there. It’s quite a nice little temple and it’s nice to hear the dad walking around explaining stuff for his small kids.

After looking at the monkeys, walking around and enjoying the view we take the tram down the mountain side. Back down at the bottom we start walking towards a big monastery. Down at the bottom of the hill we’re hungry and stop at a street stall to get lunch. We have rice in clay pot, and it’s surprisingly good. There’s little and long between any piece of meat, but the broth steamed rice was very good. We also enjoy a nice cup of Chinese tea which was very good and you get to top of the teapot as many times you like.

We decided to skip the monastery and find a bus stop and wait for one to take us home. We miss the first one as it doesn’t say in front that it pass by our destination, I just see it on the side as it roll out. Not to worry, the next one came within ten minutes.

We have spent much of the day at the excursion to Penang Hill and cool down a little in the room before heading out for dinner.

We try to find a street with street food, but to no avail. There’s really no central night market our street food street in town, as far as we could find. We end up having noodle soup on a corner restaurant and it’s delicious. Thick noodles and minced pork is a good combination.

We walk in the old town and enjoy street art and the atmosphere of the city. There’s the prayer call from the mosque, people on the street corner selling what looks like their personal belongings, people eating after Ramadan for the day, and other white guys like us waking with Google maps and paper maps in their hands.

There’s a lot of cool street art in town and we dedicate a picture gallery just for that.

We’ll walk these streets tomorrow in daylight and move all the way down to the Jetties. There are old history of Chinese settlement there where you only were allowed to live on a certain Jetty if your last name was the right one.

We come home to the hotel by a supermarket where we get a little fruit.

“It’s the action, not the fruit of the action, that’s important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your power, may not be in your time, that there’ll be any fruit. But that doesn’t mean you stop doing the right thing. You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no result.”

― Mahatma Gandhi

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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