The sun is hot, the sky is blue, Chinese lanterns hang in the trees, and the call to prayer fills one ear while throbbing Bollywood beats fill the other. Welcome to Malaysia!
Not everything the group does is particularly toddler friendly, so Hugo and I hopped a plane for Penang, Malaysia this morning and will be joined later by everyone else.
Attempted airplane selfie
Hugo is pretty adept at taking airplanes. Mostly because he knows he can watch as many movies and play as many iPad games as he could possibly want.
Finding Nemo for the zillionth time, anyone?
I’ve been pretty excited to come here since I first saw it on our itinerary because it’s my first time to Malaysia. I’ve traveled a lot in Asia, but every new place is still surprising.
We’re staying in the city of Georgetown, a former colony full of twisting lanes and crumbling European-style architecture that’s been declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. We’re even staying in one of these crumbling-but-redecorated buildings.
I didn’t know the stairs were so steep when I booked this place
Also of note: Hugo napping in the above photo. Napping in a new place. It used to be impossible to get him to sleep for the first few days in a new place, but here he is, snoozing away. I guess this trip really has taught him something!
After he woke up we stepped out to do some exploring and found that there is a street market on Saturday evenings.
As you can see, we’re in the Chinese part of town
Hugo immediately found a favorite vendor selling various vehicles welded out of leftover hardware parts.
This motorcycle is serious business
Our little neighborhood is famous for street art murals, which are painted on every available surface.
Many have some kind of cat and mouse theme
There were people all over making silly poses with the paintings.
Some walls are less exciting than others
We came home after dinner to discover that the WiFi wasn’t working in the house and no way to contact the owner to fix it since my phone doesn’t work here either. I’ll have to go to see her in the morning down the street at the café she runs. It’s a peculiar sensation to be so out of communication. I guess I’ll have to read a book!