Turtles, Monkeys and the Penang National Park: Malay Peninsula Part 7

After breakfast a driver arrived to take us to Penang National Park, which occupies a small peninsula at the north-west extremity of the island.

The position of Penang in Malaysia

Maps, like the one below, show George Town as a dot, though its urban sprawl covers the north-east quarter of the island. Yesterday we were in Kek Lok Si on the city’s southern edge, today we travelled along the north coast. Batu Ferringhi (Foreigner’s Rock) is George Town’s outermost suburb and the island’s major beach resort. James Lancaster (the relevant ‘Foreigner’) arrived in 1592, almost a century before Francis Light (see yesterday’s post) and stayed for four months, cheerfully pillaging passing shipping. Sir James (as he became) was an important figure in the Age of Exploration and a founder of the East India Company though, in the spirit of the times, many of his exploits are indistinguishable from piracy. Ironically Batu Ferringhi is now home to a large and officially encouraged European expatriate community.

From the dot of central George Town we drove round the north coast to Teluk Bahang, then took to our feet.

The driver dropped us outside the park office in Teluk Bahang where we met A, our guide for the day and set off along a broad concrete path. The plan was to walk across the base of the peninsula to Kerachut Beach, then take a boat around the headland to Monkey Beach for lunch and another boat back to Teluk Bahang.

Into Penang National Park

The concrete did not last long and soon we were heading into the jungle on a well-worn track. Having made an involuntary blood donation to an opportunist leach in a Sri Lankan rainforest I had wondered if leach socks might be useful but decided just to swap my sandals for socks and trainers, though ordinary socks are no defence. The day was overcast – which meant hot and sweaty - so I wore zip-off shorts which could become long trousers if the guide suggested I was underdressed. I need not have fussed; our Sri Lankan guide may have worn leach socks like chain mail but A was more laid back in his clothing choices.

A models the best dressed jungle explorer kit, Penang National Park

We climbed some steps, paused to watch a scurrying squirrel - brown with a white flash on each side – climbed more steps and then followed a rough path before halting to inspect a rengas tree. A relative of cashews and mangoes, the black patches of dried sap on its reddish bark contain an irritant which produces a severe allergic reaction. The rengas is not a tree to hug, lean upon or shelter under in the rain.

Rengas tree (I think) We certainly saw one, and this is exactly the right colour, but most Rengas tees are larger and straighter than this

Some of the path was roughly flagged…

Steps and a rough flagged path, Penang National Park

…though most of it wasn’t.

Slogging up a rough path, Penang National Park

There were sunken paths lined with tree roots to trip the unwary…

A minds the tree roots, Penang National Park

…a stony area…

Lynne on a stony area, Penang National Park

…and a section known as ‘the tunnel’,…

Lynne in 'the tunnel' Penang National Park

50mins of hot, sweaty uphill slog we reached the rest station at the junction of the Bukit Batu Itam (Black Rock Hill) trail where a brief sit down was welcome. We had reached the ridge running down the peninsula and here the path forked, left to climb along the ridge to the top of the hill, right to descend to the coast. We turned right.

A fat bald man and a sweaty woman take a break on the trail
There are more flattering photographs of us elsewhere on this blog (though none less)

For the next 90mins our path was mainly, though not entirely, gently downhill.

The path goes gently downhill, Penang National Park

We saw two hairy caterpillars sitting on a leaf – probably best not to touch these…

Hairy caterpillars, Penang National Park

…and crossed a small stream, happily seeing no sign of leaches.

Stream in the Penang National Park

A sturdy stone bridge crossed the next stream and we leaned on the parapet and looked down on pale, almost ghostly, fish swimming just hard enough to remain stationary in the current.

The park authorities provided a boardwalk to help with the more difficult ground….

A boardwalk over the most difficult ground, Penang National Park

….after which A decided to go off-piste. Lynne declined to cross the stream, leaving me to clamber over the fallen tree and pick my way from rock to rock.

Over the log and across the stream, Penang National Park

He wanted to show me the pitcher plants on the far side….

Pitcher plants. Penang National Park

…and we also discovered a millipede. Longer and thinner than the deeply scary Malaysian cherry red centipede we found in the Cameron Highlands this looks benign but I still prefer it climbing over A’s hand than mine.

Millipede, Penang National Park

A little further on we reached the meromictic Kerachut Lake. ‘Meromictic’ was, I confess, a new word to me and for the equally ignorant Wikipedia says ‘a meromictic lake has layers of water that do not intermix. In ordinary, "holomictic" lakes, at least once each year, there is a physical mixing of the surface and the deep waters.’ ‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘that is strange’.

Kerachut meromictic lake has a layer of salt water sitting permanently below a layer of fresh water, at least that is the theory – early March being the end of the dry season, it had little water of any salinity. Apparently 1 in a 1,000 of the world’s lake are meromictic so it is not that rare, the biggest being the Black Sea, which is not even a lake.

Kerachut meromictic lake, Penang National Park

The sea was now visible, but before we reached the beach we had to step over a tortoise bumbling through the undergrowth…

There are lots of species of tortoise, this is one the less colourful, Kerachut, Penang National Park

…and admire a Tongkat Ali tree. It is good for men, A told us, claiming an infusion of roots is a ‘power drink’. [It is, apparently, widely available in the UK and according to the ‘supplement’ industry will cure pretty well everything. Much of it is said to be fake, though there is enough  genuine stuff around for the Malaysian government to be concerned that harvesting the roots is threatening the tree with extinction.]

Tongkat Ali tree, Kerachut, Penang National Park

As Kerachut beach can only be reached by foot or boat it was relatively sparsely populated. The cloudy sky might not attract beach-goers, but the temperature was far higher than the picture makes it look.

Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

The beach is a turtle conservation area.

Turtle conservation station, Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

The sites where eggs have been laid are clearly marked and protected from predators….

Turtle egg sites, Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

…but not all the eggs have been left in situ. The gender of the hatchlings depends on temperature and there is believed to be a shortage of male turtles so by bringing them into controlled surroundings the number of males can be boosted.

Turtle eggs under controlled conditions, Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

Two infant turtles were swimming round a blue bath inside a shed. They looked uncomfortable in the constrained surroundings - I do not know why they were there, but I hope it was not just for the benefit of tourists.

Frustrated turtle, Kerachut Beach conservation station, Penang National Park

Kerachut has a substantial jetty…

Jetty, Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

…but boats taking people back round the headland did not bother with it.

Not our boat, Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

Boats came and went, and 40mins later we were still sitting in the sand. Most left less than half full, but A kept saying they were not for us. After 50mins I was becoming irritated and A seemed slightly on edge though trying to hide it. Then a boat arrived, he leapt to his feet and announced ‘This one.’ Apparently, the system requires the booking of a particular boat, not any seat on any boat, and if your boat is delayed, well so be it. I could improve their efficiency - but putting boat drivers out of work would make me unpopular.

Leaving Kerachut Beach, Penang National Park

The sea was choppy and the boat sped along, leaping from wave crest to wave crest, sometimes not making it and plummeting into the trough with a spine jarring crash. After 5 uncomfortable minutes we reached the headland…

Towards the headland

… rounding it past crocodile rock.

Rounding the headland

Monkey beach was few minutes further.

Monkey Beach, Penang National Park

Despite the delay we arrived for lunch at 1 o’clock. The shack (pictured above) was basic, but the mee goreng (spicy stir-fried noodles) with vegetables and chicken was wholesome, filling and full of flavour. There was only lemonade to drink – until we discovered they had tender coconuts, so we drank those afterwards.

Disappointingly, the only monkeys on Monkey beach were two tied to a bed beside the shack. Leaping about, as monkeys do, they were becoming frustrated with the shortness of their tethers. Then one of them threaded himself – and the tether -  through the strings of the bed until he was upside down and trussed up like a turkey. Having no wish to be bitten by an increasingly panicky monkey, we called A over, expecting him to tell the cook, presumably their owner, but instead he squatted down, untied the end of the tether and carefully unravelled the knot. He did not expect gratitude from a monkey, but neither did he expected it to leap forward and make a grab for the headphones still stuck in his ears. He jumped back, dropping the tether and watched as the monkey climbed into a tree with part of his earphones in its mouth. I was happy to see it free, but the looped end of the tether caught among the branches and it was soon in trouble again. Eventually we coaxed it down and Lynne got hold of the tether.

Got him, Monkey Beach, Penang National Park

Having a dog on a lead is one thing, having a monkey is quite different. Dogs rarely climb their lead and try to bite your hand, but monkeys….

...but the monkey climbs the lead, Monkey Beach, Penang National Park

Lynne dropped the lead and in a flash the beast was back in the tree. I found the missing piece from A’s earphones in the sand, it had survived unscathed. The monkey had now re-tangled the tether in the branches and was in danger of strangling himself. The cook’s husband arrived with a machete and, despite being a bulky man, managed to climb the small tree far enough to lop off the branch the monkey was entangled with - and standing on. Falling monkeys do not hit the ground, they catch a twig on the way down and swing back into the tree, but his momentary confusion allowed the tether to be grabbed. At this point our boat arrived and we said farewell, but I wished they had just let it go free - nobody should ‘own’ a wild animal.

It was a short and more gentle trip back to Teluk Bahang, passing a fish farm….

Fish farms, Teluk Bahang, Penang

….and several moored fishing boats....

Fishing boats, Teluk Bahang, Penang

Back on central George Town we walked to Armenian Street. Yesterday, E had told us that the Channel 4 series Indian Summers (shown on PBS in the US) while set Shimla, northern India in 1935/6, had been filmed in Penang with Armenian Street cast as Shimla’s Indian quarter.

Armenia Street, George Town, Penang

Some of the people looked the part, but even with all the cars, Malay and Chinese signage and assorted post 1930s paraphernalia cleared away only the magic of film making could make this place remotely like Shimla.

A most un-Indian corner of Armenia Street, George Town, Penang

We enjoyed the series, but too few others did, and it was cancelled in 2016 after only two of the projected 5 seasons.

Armenia Street, George Town, Penang

On the way back, we passed Nagore Dargha Sheriff. Built in the early 1800s it is the oldest Indian Muslim shrine in Penang.

Nagore Dargha Sheriff, George Town, Penag

In the evening we intended to seek out a Chinese restaurant but our quest failed and we found ourselves back in the Red Garden food court. Fortunately, we had far from exhausted the Red Garden’s possibilities and this time enjoyed Hainan white chicken with rice, mixed squid and prawns, vegetable spring rolls and ‘famous pork with bean sprouts.’

Despite three visits to the Red Garden Food Court we were not there on a Thursday so never saw the Ladyboy Show.
Did we miss something?

Sadly, it was our last night in Penang. The diversity of the people and the food, the climate, and the relaxed atmosphere made Penang special and I would have happily stayed longer.

The Malaysian Peninsula

Part 1: Malacca (or Melaka), the First of the Straits Settlements

Part 2: Kuala Lumpur

Part 3: The Batu Caves and North to the Cameron Highlands

Part 4: The Cameron Highlands, BOH and Curry

Part 5: The Cameron Highlands to Kuala Kangsar and George Town

Part 6: George Town, Penang

Part 7: Turtles, Monkeys and the Penang National Park

Part 8: Langkawi, a Tropical Paradise (for now)

The End

George Town, Penang: Malay Peninsula Part 6

An Introduction to Georgetown's Ethnic and Gastronomic Variety

Malaysia

Penang

The hotel’s restaurant was in an adjacent shophouse. While waiting for our roti, scrambled egg and spicy lentils I stepped through the open door into Love Lane. I have commented before how much I love the warm embrace of a fresh tropical morning but this one was particularly special; in the middle of a great city, the quiet street felt like a waking village.

Love Lane, George Town, at 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning

Fort Cornwallis

E, the guide for our walking tour arrived with a car and driver – it would not all be foot-slogging. He was a small energetic, slightly fussy Chinese Malaysian, a retired lecturer and a man on a mission; he had a programme, and we would fulfil it.

George Town's centre, a UNESCO World Heritage site is a dot on the island of Penang,

but the metropolitan area takes up a third of the island. The car was necessary

The short drive to Fort Cornwallis was lengthened by the one-way system which took us past the Protestant Cemetery. It was not on our programme, apparently, but we decided to return later.

Fort Cornwallis, George Town

Penang was part of Kedah until 1786, when the Sultan asked British adventurer Francis Light for assistance dealing with some bothersome Thais. Light made a deal with the East India Company and the Sultan soon discovered he had ceded Penang Island to them and it was now called Prince of Wales Island. In this noble way a great empire was built.

The island was undeveloped (‘we’re all immigrants here,’ as E said) so Light fired off a couple of cannons loaded with coins and the locals (ALL immigrants, E?) obligingly cleared the ground for his fort while searching for the loot. This story recurs in several different places, so is probably apocryphal.

From 1826 (by which time the Prince of Wales had become George IV, so the main town became George Town) Penang, Malacca, Singapore and the more obscure Dinding became The Strait Settlements, run at first by the East India Company but as British Crown Colonies from 1867. Occupied by the Japanese in World War II, Penang, Malacca and Dinding were merged with British Malaya in 1946 and achieved independence as part of Malaya in 1957. 

In 1936 a statue of Francis Light was erected to commemorate the 150th anniversary of his landing. There was no contemporary likeness so the sculptor worked from a portrait of his son William who, following in his father’s footsteps, had founded a city in Australia and named it after the queen (Adelaide was the Queen Consort of William IV).

Francis Light, Fort Cornwallis, George Town

There is little else to see in the fort, a small, bare chapel, …

Chapel, Fort Cornwallis, Penang

.. and a large, bare powder magazine did not detain us long.

Powder Magazine, Fort Cornwallis, Penang

The most interesting exhibit is the Sri Rambai cannon, the origin of several tall tales and superstitions. The cannon was cast in 1603 in the Netherlands for the Dutch East India Company by Jan Burgerhius - that information is helpfully cast into the bronze itself.

The logo of the Dutch East India Company on the Sri Rambai Cannon, Fort Cornwallis, Penang

Given to the Sultan of Johor for services rendered, it was nicked during a raid in 1613 by the Sultan of Aceh and carried off to Sumatra. In 1795 it re-crossed the strait to the Malay Peninsula as a gift to the Sultan of Selangor. In 1875, after Selangor pirates attacked a Penang junk and murdered its crew, the British burned Selangor and brought the cannon back to George Town. That much is generally agreed.

Also…it sank in George Town harbour and auto-surfaced at the command of a Holy Man, was used by the Japanese during the war and helps women become pregnant - flowers should be laid on the gun and prayers said. You may believe whatever you wish.

Sri Rambai Cannon

Now how could anybody imagine this could have any connection with fertility?

From the fort we drove round the clock tower (not on the programme, so we noted it for later) to the Penang Peranakan Mansion. Peranakans (called Baba-Nonyas in Malacca) are the descendants of the earliest Chinese settlers who semi-assimilated with Malay culture. The mansion was the town house of Chung Keng Quee (spellings vary) a man of humble origins who came to Malaya in 1841 aged 20. He became wealthy tin mining in Perak and at his death in 1901 he was Malaya’s richest man. His part in the Larut Wars (a decade long turf war between Chinese secret societies over mining rights) cost him dearly but in 1874 he was appointed as one of the two Chinese members of the Larut Pacification Committee (the other four were British). Thereafter he worked closely with the colonial power and in 1877 was made Kapitan China, the officially recognised leader of the Chinese community.

Penang Peranakan Mansion

A noted philanthropist, he donated money for Chinese education, temple building, the advancement of European engineering in Malaya and (wisely!) charitable causes close to the hearts of the British (Widows and Orphans of the Transvaal War, among others).

Penang Peranakan Mansion

As the pictures show he lived in some style.

Penang Peranakan Mansion

His ceramic collection was Chinese designed and made, but the colours are much brighter in accordance with Malayan taste – a typical Peranakan compromise.

Kapitan China's collection of China, Penang Peranakan Mansion

As a Staffordshire resident I, of course, regret he sourced his china elsewhere, but at least his floor tiles were imported from Stoke-on-Trent.

Floor tiles from Stoke-on-Trent, Penang Peranakan Mansion

Next door is his ancestral temple. The life-size bronze statue of Chung Keng Quee half hidden by the altar was sculpted by Benjamin Creswick, cast in Birmingham and presented by the Engineers Institute.

Ancestral Temple, Penang Peranakan Mansion

From the mansion we made our way to Little India, though this being Penang it looked considerably more scrubbed than ‘big’ India ever does.

Little India, Penang

E bought us a samosa each (elegantly spiced sweet potato) because it was on the programme while ignoring my suggestion of a cup of tea, because it wasn’t.

E buys samosas, Little India, Penang

Jalan Masjid Kapitan Keling used to be called Pitt Street, indeed it still often is, not out of nostalgia for the empire, but because of its admirable brevity.

Everybody knows it is Jalan Masjid Kapitan Keling, but Pitt Street is easier

Penang’s citizens of Indian descent (10% of the population) are mostly Hindus, but the Sri Mahariamman Hindu Temple is situated in the heart of the Muslim Indian quarter, just along Pitt Street from the Kuan Yin Taoist Temple. But this is Penang, so who cares?

Sri Mahamariamman Temple, Little India, Penang

Sri Mahamariamman is small, but the interior is unbelievably clean and shiny…

Inside the Sri Mahamariamman temple, Little India, Penang

…and the gods wonderfully garish.

Assorted gods, Sri Mahamariamman Temple, Penan

Further along the jalan (Street) is the masjid (mosque) of Kapitan Keling (the Indian equivalent of Kapitan China). Although of Chinese descent, E lived near here as a child. ‘The advantage of living near a mosque,’ he said, ‘is the dawn call to prayer means you are never late for school’. The disadvantage, he did not add, is that the call can also be heard at weekends and throughout the school holidays.

Masjid Kapitan Keling, Penang

From their earliest days, the Chinese community (now over 50% of Penang’s population) banded together in clan groups for mutual support and protection. Clan houses are easy to spot on the streets of Penang - and elsewhere, in 2012 we visited Chinese clan houses at Hoi An in Vietnam.

Small Chinese Clan House, Penang

The Khoo Kongsi clan house, at the end of Jalan Masjid etc, is the largest and wealthiest.

The Khoo Kongsi Clan House, Penang

The Khoos, who originated in the Xiangcheng district of southern Fujian province, built their first clan house in 1851. That burned down 50 years later and the present structure, dating from 1906, contains a temple, meeting rooms, a traditional theatre…

Inside the Khoo Kongsi Clan House, Penang

…and a space for reverence to ancestors.

Ancestors commemorated, Khoo Kongsi Clan House, Penang

Although the importance of clans has declined, they remain active and lists of committee members past and present, are prominently displayed along with their credentials. Most Khoo leaders seem to have attended English universities (many of the current crop are alumni of Bristol University) and meetings are held in English rather than Hokkien, the language of southern Fujian and the most spoken language among the Chinese diaspora of south east Asia.

Penang’s famous street food definitely was on our programme, so we went to a laksa shop.  Laksa is a Peranakan fish based noodle soup popular throughout south east Asia. It has two main varieties - with coconut milk or with tamarind - and dozens of regional variations. Traditional Penang Laksa consists of flaked mackerel in a tamarind flavoured fish stock with lemongrass, galangal and chilli, plus various additions (pineapple, onion, prawn paste) depending on the maker.

Laksa shop, Penang

As we bagged the last table in the crowded little shop E asked if we wanted a dumbed down laksa for Europeans and whether we could ‘hold chopsticks’.  He seemed surprised that we wanted (and enjoyed) full-on laksa and proved familiar with the chopsticks-in-right-hand-spoon-in-left technique used for all noodle soups from Vietnamese pho south. I am not entirely sure what was in it, but a vivid procession of fiery flavours marched across the palate, freshened by tamarind sourness. Absolutely wonderful!

Lynne eats laksa, Penang

After our starter we crossed the alley for dessert. We had encountered cendol before and enjoyed the shaved ice with coconut milk, palm sugar syrup, red beans and green rice flour jelly.

Lynne eats cendol, Penang

The driver reappeared and he and E discussed whether we should go for the main course, or visit the reclining Buddha first. We would have told them we needed a break from eating had they not come to that conclusion themselves.

Very much in the Thai style, the Therevada Buddhist Temple was a short drive away.

Therevada Buddhist Temple, Penang

E informed us that the 33m reclining Buddha was the biggest and most beautiful in the world. We did not tell him the 100m Chaukhtatgyi Buddha in Yangon is far bigger, and the Wat Pho Buddha in Bangkok is bigger and more beautiful.

Reclining Buddha, Therevada Buddhist Temple, Penang

The statues of leading monks in front of the Buddha have been covered in gold leaf by devotees, a particularly common practice in Myanmar…

Gold leafed monk, Therevada Buddhist Monastery, Penang

…while behind are what look, at first glance, like rows of lockers. These actually contain the ashes of the deceased, along with photographs and a brief genealogy. A few remain empty, but what happens when they are all filled?

Ashes in glass fronted lockers, Therevada Buddhist Temple, Penang

Leaving the Buddhists, we resumed our lunch with the Muslims. Hussein’s Nasi Kandar stall provided us with a plate of rice with vegetables and curry sauce, all very pleasant without reaching the heights of laksa. Nasi means ‘rice’ and kandar is a ‘carry-pole’, so it was originally rice from a hawker carrying it through the streets; now, any rice with curry sauce poured directly onto it, with or without side dishes, is called Nasi Kandar.

Hussein's Nasi Kandar stall, Penang

Most of Penang’s Buddhists are Chinese, and most Chinese Buddhists belong to the Mahayana branch of Buddhism, but Kek Lok Si Temple, not only Penang’s but Malaysia’s largest Buddhist Temple, blends both traditions.

The temple was built in 1890 on a hill outside George Town and the drive to the top gave us a view of the surrounding hills. Channel 4's ‘Indian Summer’, E told us, was filmed in Penang, to avoid Indian red tape. One of the hillside villas became the Simla club and Armenian Street in George Town was heavily disguised as Simla’s Indian quarter.

The Hills Around George Town 

We started at the top of Kek Lok Si with the animals of the Chinese zodiac. Both being tigers, E photographed us with that less than fearsome beast.

Not the most frightening tiger, Kek Lok Si, Penang

Nearby is a massive statue of Guanyin, Goddess of Mercy.

Guanyin, Kek Lok Si, Penang

We passed more gods …

Many armed deity, Kek Lok Si, Penang

… and took the funicular….

Funicular Railway, Kek Lok Si, Penang

...down to the main temple building.

Kek Lok Si, Penang

From here we had a good view of the 10,000 Buddha Pagoda, also called the Rama VI Pagoda as the foundation stone was laid in 1930 by the King of Thailand. With Penang’s typical inclusiveness the bottom third is Chinese in style, the middle Thai and the top Burmese - though it looks less of a dog’s breakfast than that might suggest.

Rama VI Pagoda, Kek Lok Si, Penang

That was the end of E’s tour and we were driven back to our hotel in the heart of the UNSECO World Heritage Site of Old George Town.

After a refreshing cup of tea, we decided to check out the sights omitted from E’s programme.

The Jubilee Clock Tower, a few minute’s stroll away, is a Moorish style tower built in 1897 to mark Queen Victoria’s Jubilee. It has not quite been vertical since Japanese bombing in 1941 – and that is probably the most interesting thing about it, not that the Leaning Tower of Pisa should feel threatened.

Jubilee Clock Tower, George Town

Heading for the protestant cemetery we crossed the end of (inevitably) Jalan Masjid Kapitan Keling past the Church of St George. Completed in 1818 and modelled on St George’s Cathedral, Madras (now Chennai) it is the oldest Anglican Church in SE Asia and is busy preparing for its 200th anniversary celebrations. The rotunda in front is a memorial to Francis Light.

St George's Anglican Church, George Town

Light’s grave in the protestant cemetery is well marked. He stayed on in Penang as superintendent of the settlement, dying of Malaria in 1794 aged 53.

The grave of Francis Light, George Town protestant  cemetery

Reading the gravestones is sobering. So many men and women died young from tropical diseases not then understood, and the infant mortality rate among the British community was appalling.

We rather stumbled upon the grave of Thomas Leonowens. After a short but a chequered career that took him from India to Penang via Australia he died aged 31 of ‘apoplexy’ (probably a brain haemorrhage) in 1859 leaving a young widow. Anna Leonowens set about supporting herself by opening a school in Singapore and her resulting reputation persuaded the Thai consul to recommend her when King Mongkut came looking for a governess, thus spawning an unreliable memoir, a best-selling novel, an Oscar winning musical (the King and I is still banned in Thailand), two films and a television series. The 1999 film ‘Anna and the King’ starring Jodie Foster and Chow Yun-Fat also featured our guide E (as an extra).

The grave of Thomas Leonowens, George Town protestant cemetery

Reaching the cemetery had been a long hot walk but we had identified a beer stop on the way out and paused there for refreshment on the way back. At this latitude it is unusual to sit outside at 5.30 without being enveloped by the fast-falling tropical night. Countries to the north, and as far east as Vietnam, are 7 hours ahead of GMT (or UCT, if you prefer) while the Malay peninsula chooses to be 8 hours ahead, so daylight lingers until after 7pm.

Despite our sizeable lunch the evening found us back at the Red Garden Food Court – portions are small, little more than tapas size (well, that is my excuse), and we snacked happily on fried mantis prawn, chicken and Chinese dumplings (jiaozi).

The Red Garden Food Court, George Town, Penang

The Malaysian Peninsula

Part 1: Malacca (or Melaka), the First of the Straits Settlements

Part 2: Kuala Lumpur

Part 3: The Batu Caves and North to the Cameron Highlands

Part 4: The Cameron Highlands, BOH and Curry

Part 5: The Cameron Highlands to Kuala Kangsar and George Town

Part 6: George Town, Penang

Part 7: Turtles, Monkeys and the Penang National Park

Part 8: Langkawi, a Tropical PEradise (for now)

The End