The madness that is India

Fantastic quote by John Thomas ( seriously that was his name) our 84 year old taxi driver, driving at breakneck speed towards Marari:
” my wife, very good cook, not beautiful… but good heart”
As he dropped us off at our home stay he grabbed my hand and felt for my pulse, halfway up my forearm, and said in his very very Indian accent “in two years you rich man, you are healthy, no cancer, your liver good” he then made sure I had his card and told me to call him if we needed a cab tomorrow! He then drove off, hand permanently on his horn, into the madness that is Sunday in Marari.

Indian head shake can mean a myriad of things from: “I don’t know”, “no you can’t take pictures in here” to “yes that would be nice” to “as if I would overcharge you, do I look like a thief?”, add to that “no I don’t know why the internet isn’t working, but it happens all the time so I am used to it anyway”

Unlike the Japanese, who if they don’t know will ask someone, Indians will just make it up

If you ever find yourself in a barbers chair being violently beaten about the head by a short fat man with 70’s hair and moustache, do not fear, this is an Indian head massage. If said short fat man then asks if you want Ayurvedic, a swift kick to the balls should stop the ensuing mint oil fest that will add considerably to your tuk tuk journey home as you won’t be able to hang onto anything as you’ll be completely covered in Ayurvedic oil. At least you’ll smell fresh when they bury you. If he offers you a facial, run.

If you ever go on a backwater boat ride be aware of the following:
When the man in the official department of tourism office says it will be a luxury boat you’ll be thinking aircon, maybe a massage, comfortable seating, maybe a bit of sitar on the sound system and food and drinks, what he actually means it has an engine and should make it all the way around without sinking or breaking down.
When Mr official my arse then says you’ll be stopping at a little restaurant with nice food along the way, what he actually means is you’ll stop at a shack where you’ll ask in a terribly nice way what the gentleman has for lunch, to which the somewhat curt reply will be “fish”, to which you will say “anything else apart form fish?”, “fish” will be the answer, you’re getting the picture here? You will then be given a paper mat, then the food will appear, and all the while you’re looking at the paper mat and waiting for a plate and cutlery. Well wait no more as this is it, the rather large somewhat surly waiter will then pop over, take one look at you and drop your food straight onto the paper mat, he will then depart. It will be at this point that you will look around you and see everyone else is eating with their fingers. Give it a go, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll tell you what can bloody happen, you end up with food half way up your arms, unlike everyone else around you who, I’m sure, are secretly eating with forks and hiding them every time you look as their fingers and arms are virtually bloody spotless. It is at this point you will invariably remember the golden rule of always washing your hands prior to eating without fail, or you will die!

Tuk tuk drivers in India have lots of things to contend with while driving: dogs, pedestrians and me hanging around their necks.

Indian Tuk tuk drivers do not slow down for rain, pedestrians, cyclists or buses. The only time Claude didn’t even scream when heading straight for a bus was in the back of a tuk tuk as she was too terrified.

The North South divide:
In the the south people just want to know where you come from and your name
In the middle you’ll start to meet beggars and people will try to sell you stuff
In the north sellers expect you to buy stuff

When travelling to India, try spending a couple of weeks in Japan first if you want maximum effect when you arrive. From the sublime to the ridiculous.

There’s a saying that says you can tell a lot about by person by the way they treat people they do not have to be nice to. This is never more evident than in India.

On the Kerala Tamil Nadoo border you can have hours of fun watching cow tennis, this is a great game played by one man and three cows. Firstly the cows will wander over the border from Kerala, only to be chased back across by a man running a stall on the Tamil Nadoo side. Then due to inordinate amount of traffic the cows will gradually wander back across the border, again to be chased back across by the ever angrier man. This can carry on for quite a while until the cows get bored and wander off or the man manages to lead the cows far enough away that they just can’t be bothered to trek all the way back.

Indian safari: take 200 Indians in various forms of attire, all of which are wholly unsuited to a safari. Cram them into ten jeeps, turn the music up so they will be dancing in the back of the jeeps, and send them off up the dirt road to spot animals. An hour later you won’t find any of them on the dirt road any more as they will already be bored as they won’t have spotted any animals so they will have decamped to the restaurant to eat.
Normal safar: wait for all the Indians to leave, have a chai then after about half an hour set off to spot wild elephants, monkeys and giant squirrels. After a while head to the restaurant where you will find more wild animals eating!

Doing a tuk tuk tour: agree on the price beforehand, you will usually have to pay more for the “non” shop tour which is well worth the money as it means you won’t be stopping at every “government” shop on the way round. The tuk tuk drivers stop at these shops with tourists as they get a lunch or petrol voucher every time they bring people. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting tourist, one of these shops is akin to having a randy dog on your leg as the shop assistants will not leave you alone until you buy something. I saw an English couple looking like they had had the life blood sucked out of them by the ground floor, they still had another four floors to go! The more English you are about it the more they will grind you down until you buy their extortionately priced goods.

The only orderly queues we ever saw were outside bottle shops, no wonder Kerala wants to become a dry state!

The further north you go the more aggressive the beggars, guides and crap sellers become
The guides will ask where you are from then will regale you with the few words they know:
French: “bonjour” followed by “ooh la la”
Italian: “ciao”
Once you have become life long friends through this wonderful connection you now have, they will then expect you to want their guided services and will take it quite personally when you say you do not require their vastly overpriced services.
The crap sellers:
“Hello sir” whilst shoving a variety of things under your nose “nice necklace, only one thousand rupees”, when you politely decline they get more insistent ” why you no want? Nice necklaces” and so it will go until you finally get into your taxi, but they will still be tapping at the window as you drive away.
Beggars:
Will just say “naaaaa” “naaaaa” at you a lot

Once hotel porters find out you’re a bit of a tipper, when you arrive, you will find yourself with three porters putting your two bags in the boot of the taxi the following morning. When you give then 100 rupees they will have no problem pointing out that there are three of them, then they will stand there looking indignantly at you holding their hands out.

Airport security is bad enough, but when it is run by the army you’re asking for trouble.

India is becoming a first world economy but with a third world mentality

When boarding a tuk tuk always negotiate the price beforehand, although this does not mean the rate is not up for renegotiation once the destination is reached due to: “it is 700 rupees not 500 as I have to go back empty” “it was 14 kms”

On average airport announcements, in India, will make twelve “absolute final” announcements for late passengers before finally giving up

The Hindu times is only beaten to second place by the daily mail in its ability to distort reality to suit its articles.

In India a tourist and his money are soon parted

A little taste of Japan

We arrived in Tokyo on Sunday, September 7 at 10pm. At the airport everything seems very quiet and an odd sense of order can be felt. We hurried to catch the last train into town and find the ticketing machine oddly easy to use. The train schedule is kept to the second and we are soon travelling across the night lit city. We reach our hotel in Hamamatsusho, an area slightly south of the town center, near the station, in less than 30mn.
On our first days, we walked through town discovering the beautiful Zojzoji and Senso-ji temples, the Imperial Palace and its beautiful and immaculate gardens, the beautiful refurbished train station ultra modern on one side while the other is an old orange and white old building. We crossed and walked along wide avenues, modern sky scrapers and modern constructions. Like all capitals, Tokyo has its large avenues of beautiful shops and luxurious brands (Ginza is the most famous), its skyscrapers and its underground. But strangely Tokyo is quiet. Even in its its crazy and surrealistic districts, only the neon lights seem noisy. Almost the antithesis of the posh neighborhoods: Akhihabara, the electric city, and its avenues of tall buildings covered in neon signs and billboards. The streets are full of 5 storeys buildings, filled with casinos and slot machines, large rooms equipped with all sort of electronic games, cyber cafes and manga stores. We were puzzled and somewhat shocked to see massive manga shops, on the main road, full of men in suits completely addicted and devouring those cartoon characters and fantasising on drawings of young girls in tiny school uniforms. This is very strange! Our visit to the Manga Museum later that week, will confirm that strange passion that the Japanese have for Manga with more adults than kids reading the comics. Most of the hotels we stayed also had a room turned library dedicated to manga books that guests can borrow during their stay.

We spent a lot of time in the massive Yodobashi store, a 10 storey technology and IT supermarket with a whole floor allocated to photography. Ranj is in heaven, he spent hours in there!

Shinjuku and Shiboya are huge commercial areas with massive carrefours and businesses of all kinds in 10 floor buildings covered in neon signs and advertising hoardings. The masses of people crossing its junctions are impressive. In the rain, the streets seem even busier, and are filled with transparent umbrellas and bright and colourful reflections of the lights in the puddles.
There, we went to see the show at the Robot Restaurant (originally we wanted to see real Japanese robots amongst which those at the Honda Center, speaking and walking alone). A huge success in Japan, the show is a mad 2h of human robots and unusual machines dancing to very loud techno music, with neons and laser lights, lightly dressed dancers, and futurist percussionists. We were stunned by the surrealism and the extravagance of the show. Max loved it and even got to fight – and win of course- against the robots. The most amazing was the space the show was held in: a tiny room, possibly 20x10m, hosting probably 75/100 people leaving enough room for a center stage and big machines, we knew they were good at space optimisation but this beats all records! We would never see such a show in a small space in London !
We stayed in Tokyo five days instead of three, partly because we were fascinated by this multi-faceted city but also because of logistical issues: internet access was very scarce and for a few days we struggled withdrawing money, most of the banks refusing foreign cards. So we had to tour many banks to find some that worked and in a panic we eventually withdrew much more than we needed! The most surprising was the difficulty we had to get internet access, what a shock considering internet was widely available throughout our journey in South America.

To make the most of Japan, we took a Rail Pass for 7 days. During these seven days, we travel every day exploring the country far and wide .
From Tokyo, we went for a day visit Nikko, a small town 2 hours by train from the capital, very well known for its temples. In fact, an area slightly over the city contains 5 major temples and numerous shrines, each as beautiful as the other. Surrounded by greenery and nature, water features, moss, wood and bamboo are everywhere, adding to these places already spiritual, a magical dimension. Thus, we visit Ryukoin Temple, Toshogu temple and Okuinogoto shrine. From there, we jumped on a bus that took us all the way up the mountain, to Lake Chuzenji onsen where we saw the impressive Kegon waterfall and walked along the lake towards the Chuzen-ji temple passing magnificent villas belonging to the French and German embassies. On our way, the children had a tag carved by an old lady with their name in Japanese. I quickly ran up to visit a last temple whilst Ranj and the boys were enjoying the lake side. As it is the case in many temples, I got held up by a “marketing prayer”, where the monks start praying and then it swiftly turns into a selling exercise, promoting “home made” medals and jewellery which bring luck and fortune to their owners.
Despite our run back to the bus station, we missed the bus back and took time to enjoy a coffee/ice cream whilst waiting for the next ride.

We returned late to Tokyo and we spent our last night in our Airbnb apartment. We were packing to leave the following morning without knowing where we would stay the following night. I left it to Ranj to organise our visit to Japan. But Ranj likes going with the flow and improvising. It’s a nice idea but not always practical especially as we are 4 and when it falls on a big bank holiday weekend and everything is full!

To escape busy and super expensive Tokyo, we decide to head to Matsumoto in the Japanese Alps and jump on the first train available. The train takes us through the beautiful green countryside and towards gorgeous snow capped mountains. In Matsumoto, we visit the large Black Castle (feudal Edo era) and the beautiful gardens surrounding its huge moat. The interior is empty but it allows us to see the great beams of the structure and the “running gallery” where Samurais, around 1600, had to run from one side of the castle to the other to defend it from its assailants, dressed with their full 10 layers warrior costume. The village is cute, full of little antique shops, tea shops and old ninja houses and wooden huts along the river). We would have liked to see the villages of Magome and Tsumago an hour’s drive from here but can not rent a car to get there and time is short.
That night, the children take their first Onsen, or public bath. We are at the Tourist Hotel and although it is basic, like most Japanese hotels there is a public bath. They have to follow the rules and respect the rituals: Ranj and children get dressed in their kimono. Once there you sit on a stool, wash yourself very well with soap and shampoo. And only once you are thoroughly rinsed, you may slip into the hot baths. But beware, the towel kept to cover your intimacy must never touch the water ! It has to be skilfully lifted as you enter the water and then placed on your head until you are ready to get out. The Kids loved it!

Sunday evening, we reach Kyoto that will be our new base for a week. We took a small apartment with washing machine next to the station. Very simple and convenient, we returned from our excursions a little more tired every night.
Kyoto is a smaller city, more quiet and traditional, very quiet and pleasant with everyone biking. We decide to rent bikes to visit the city. We see women dressed in traditional kimono on every street corner; our first day is a bank holiday and as we visit the local temples, we enjoy the sights of couples in traditional outfits, young and old it was superb. There are temples in blackened wood at every turn of a street, most houses are small and traditional, covered with wooden slats and the entrance door is covered under by a red or black textile with Japanese inscriptions. In many restaurants, the tables are low and one needs to kneel or sit cross legged. It is fun to start with but our European bodies are not used to staying in this position! In Kyoto we will visit Gion, the geisha district. We will see entire streets lined with traditional houses, with their simple wooden exterior and hidden windows. In order to experience the various traditional Japanese arts, we attended the show at Gion Corner where we enjoyed the traditional Tea ceremony performed by a Geisha, Bunraku (traditional puppet show), the Kuomai (the tradional dance Geisha) , Gagaku (chamber music) and Kyogen (satirical theater) . I really wanted to see a Kabuki show (theater), but the shows lasted 3:30h and none of the boys were keen on joining me! We also visited some of the many temples such as Kiomizu Temple, built high on its foundations; the golden Kinkaku Shrine, pavillion covered in gold leaf and surrounded by water and beautiful gardens already in their autumnal colours; the famous Fushimi Shrine and its hundreds of bright red doors creeping through the forest and circling the mountain. Another beautiful long walk to add to our records !

Monday morning we take the Shinkansen train between Kyoto and Kanazawa city along the coast north of Kyoto. Kanazawa is a beautiful little town where we found the most beautiful Japanese garden: the Kenrokuen Garden. We took a huge amount of pictures that day, absolutely overwhelmed by the beauty of these gardens where water, stone, wood, moss and greenery making this place absolutely magical. We enjoyed a Macha, the traditional green tea, served in a small wooden house with a thatched roof overlooking a large pond, squatting on mats and served on a coffee table accompanied by a small round and green sweet made from almond and chestnut paste.
After Kyoto, Kanazawa city is the next largest city in keeping with the Geisha traditions. By bicycle, we visited the Higashi Chaya district filled with small wooden houses. We visited one of them, now converted into a gold products shop to commemorate the wealth of the town. In the house, surrounding a small green inner patio, one room is now completely covered in gold leaf. In the shop, one may find gold covered cakes, gold plated tableware, and gold painted hand bags… Later we will see a Geisha at work, keeping a businessman company for dinner. The next day, on the other side of town we visit the neighborhood of Nagamashi, the old Samurai district . There we will visit a former Samurai house with its elegant interior, painted murals, tatami mats flooring, paper panelled sliding doors and its inevitable shrine. In the back, the wooden deck overlooks the typical garden with its traditional waterhole and carp, manicured bonzais and rounded pine trees. There we saw our first original Samurai armour, which would have just fitted our 10 year old Max.
We have become accustomed to “working” on a train : it’s time to plan the city tours, places to visit, update the blog and do some homework. It is a lot of organising and with so many trips, we are getting tired, too many late evenings on top of the fatigue created by our environment where nothing is in English and sounds and writing are totally foreign.

The next day we will visit Hiroshima as requested by the children. Our visit was short and purely focused on the Hiroshima museum and Peace Park where are the various memorials. It was however a very moving half day. The museum explains and shows the sequence of events on August 8, 1944. The photos are explicit and the items on display are tangible evidence of the extent of the damage. We are all very touched, I can’t help but have a tear in my eye. In the Peace Park, a flame is lit and will only be put out the day the last nuclear weapon on Earth will be destroyed. Further, the Children Memorial is decorated with thousands of paper birds garlands. This began with the death of a little girl called Sadako Sasaki who died of Leukemia after being contaminated. She started making garlands, a movement that continues as a sign of peace and longevity children worldwide still today.

We will spend that afternoon visiting the small town of Himeji and its magnificent castle, unfortunately presently under restoration. The castle was used to film some of the scenes of the movie “the Last Samurai” and although the main tower was closed, we were lucky enough to be able to visit the Princess’ powder room, the long wooden corridors, the rooms once occupied by the ladies in waiting and the beautiful gardens. Our last stop was the Museum of History where our lucky Alex had the opportunity to dress up in a real Samurai armour. An exceptional opportunity only given to one child per day by the museum. Poor Max was EXTREMELY disappointed and it is on that morose note that we headed back to our temporary flat. Nothing a good chicken noodle soup couldn’t fix!

During our last few days in Japan, we will take time to see more of Kyoto and will visit the Bamboo forest at the edge of the city ; we will tour the Imperial Palace grounds by bicycle ; visit kilometres of shopping galleries from the most popular to the most elegant. We explore shops of second hand kimonos and eat in small local restaurants discovering food of all shape, colour and texture, often unsure of what we are eating!
We spend an afternoon feeding and caressing fawns and deer in Nara Park and we take the opportunity to sign the children up to learn ‘ The Ways of the sword ” dressed in traditional outfits. A unique and memorable experience that the children enjoyed very much!

We knew that Japan would surprise us, and we certainly didn’t feel disappointed ! During our entire stay in Japan, we felt a great paradox between the ultra modern and the traditional conformism, both in the behaviour and in the daily life of the Japanese people . Ultra conformist & traditionalists on one hand (all men are dressed in white shirt and dark suit, flawless respect of the markings on the ground, excessive greetings, prayers at the temples, women in kimono on the streets, etc.) they also have a rebellious side that often seems to lead to excess : weekend wear of the youngsters is very eccentric, success of the manga, excessive gambling and drinking. Their creations are often extravagant and innovative as it is well know in the fields of architecture and art. Yet it is very difficult to withdraw money with a foreign card or find a public place with internet connection! We have been fascinated by this surprising country and feel the need to see more…

We relished the fresh sushi, noodle soups and the food of exotic shapes, colour and flavour. We smiled at the many gadgets that are part of every day life in Japan : the automatic taxi doors, the multi function toilets with heating, jet shower and air dryer ; the sun umbrellas hooks on the bikes ; The socks with toes for flip flops ; the strollers for dogs. But most of all, we were incredibly surprised by the amiability of the younger generations, the honesty and incomparable sense of security that we felt throughout our journey.
 ‘ Arigato ‘ and ‘ sayonara ‘ Japan , we will be back!

Singapore and Malaysia

Singapore – 25-28/08/14

The highlight of our stop over in Singapore was meeting our friend Marine and her children Eugene and Armance, a very old school mate of Alex. The kids were very close friends, 4 years ago and we were very pleased to get to see them again, especially as it was just as we had left it!

We stayed at Marine’s place, a beautiful traditional black and white Singaporean house. Although we had big rains everyday, it was still around 30 degrees and the showers were welcome to cool us down. When it was not raining the kids played in the garden or in the pool and they pulled comics and board games when outside was not an option. Alex discovered sway board which he was very good at very quickly, whilst Eugene was teaching Max how to build a zip wire in the garden. One day we left all the kids with Evelyn, the house maid, who took them to the water park; in the meantime, Rj and I took time to walk around Singapore city. A very modern city with lots of beautiful ultra modern glass buildings. Around Marina Bay, a new building looks like a boat on three towers, another looks like a lotus flower, one like a hedgehog. In town we saw some beautiful Chinese temples, we visited the renown colonial Raffles Hotel. In the city the people are young, smiley and polite but unlike Sydney, Singapore lacks personality and vibrancy. It is an odd thing to feel. Above the offices, below the shopping malls and food halls.

At night, the city lights up, the bars become lively, in Orchard Road, very loud music is played whilst lots of little restaurants provide European and Asian food in typical merchant houses. The street gets madly busy later and the centre on the drinking hub at later hours apparently…we don’t know, we are heading home to the kids!

Singapore also have a lots of beautiful green spaces and jungle forested areas. With the kids, we visited the Botanic Gardens a massive area with numerous themes such as medicinal plants, palms, historical plants as well as a discovery Center for kids where we saw yam, coffee, coconuts, bananas, papayas, and many more. We had a great time with our friends, but Singapore is not for us, a little like an Asian Switzerland.

 

Malaysia – 28/08 to 7/09/14

We had planned to reach Kuala Lumpur by overnight train from Singapore. Sadly the train was fully booked and we had to do the trip by plane intead, a short 45mn flight with Airasia. We booked the Pyramid Sunway hotel, recommended by a friend. Sure of the quality of the recommendation, I did not check the reviews or even the location, so what a surprise when, as the taxi drove through the road to the hotel, we found ourselves in the middle of a Disney-like world, with lots of fake carved statues of lions and mermaids. The big water park could be seen in the background, to the boys extreme delight. For us, it was our idea of a nightmare!

The lobby was huge, and decorated with brown marble and gold plated accessories. The room was of decent size but the carpet was dirty and when we found out that we had to walk to the hotel next door to access the pool and for breakfast, we considered reviewing our choice. As we exlored the area, in search of the pool and breakfast room, we discovered the partner hotel Sunway Resort & Spa, and were seduced by the more polished service, the easy access to pool and breakfast and their Club room offer (including afternoon tea and evening aperitif). And this is in this very oasis that we spent the next 4 days…The following day, we headed to the water park, to Ranj and my despair, but as a promise to the boys who had been so good at following us in our treks and adventures for the last 2 months, without complaining once. Thus, we spent the entire day, going down water slides, massive water funnel, speeding down water lanes, etc. To our great surprise, Rj and I had much fun and luckily we didnt feel too sick until the end of the day when our stomachs clearly had their share of abuse.

That evening, Dada & Lida surprised us with a visit and stayed in Kuala Lumpur with us for the following 4 days. 4 days in good company, of indulgence and laziness, spent relaxing by the pool, enjoying the delicious and copious multi cultural buffet breakfast, in the Club room, enjoying scones with cream and jam or little sandwiches and fruits or finally working out at the gym, trying to compensate for the over eating…We didnt see much of Malaysia over these few days especially as it coincided with a big bank holiday and massive celebrations taking place in town, making the center very difficult to access to. On our visitors last day however, we decided to hire a car and pop into town. We had a quick glimpse at the old railway station, the national Mosque and parked up to see the famous Petronas Twin towers. We enjoyed an overprice cocktail at the Sky bar of the Traders Hotel situated right opposite the towers to enjoy the sun doing down on the city and the towers lightning up in the dawn of the day. We finished our Day in Chinatown, as it was recommended to us. There must have been a nicer part in the area but we only found the popular market and its stalls of Chinese food and fruits and vegetables and cheap handbag replicates. Amongst those, the canteen like restaurant for which we finalise succumbed by lack of alternative. Although Rj and the kids had strange bowel movements for the next couple of days, we made it.

On Wednesday 3rd september, we drove Dada and Lida back to the airport, swapped for a smaller car and headed North for an expedited discovery trip of Malaysia.

The road takes us through thousands of kilometers of coconut tree plantations. Palm oil is the main revenue of Malaysia. We aimed for Pangkor Island, the closest nice beach resort to KL it seemed. We found very few reviews of the place but the pictures of the island looked good. With no hotel prebooked and a vague idea of how to get there, we switched on Tom Tom and headed adventurously. As we got to Pangkor ferry jetty, we found out that the ferry is for foot passengers only and that the rental car would not be of any use there! We debated what to do, reviewed our options and decided to leave the car behind. We hopped into the first and last ferry crossing for a mere 8 GBP return for all of us.

Pangkor must be about ten kms long and 5 wide. The Eastern side closest to mainland is where the little town is. Not europeanised at all, the community, to the image of the country, is a fantastic mix of colours and cultures: the Malay, the Indians and the Chinese cohabit harmoniously. We saw, sat side by side in the food halls, the fully covered muslim women, the indian women dressed in sari, the chinese dressed in Occidental clothing, all speaking the same language, Malay, English and Smile. The Malay are amongst the nicest people we have ever met, extremely polite, very helpful, all smile and extremely caring. They thank you with their hand on their heart, the smile with their eyes and heart, they are truly special people.

During this visit to Malaysia, I could not help but thinking of that plane that mysteriously vanished above the Indian Ocean and that simply shot down by the Russians in the recent months. Indeed we’ve noticed the soar left to the Nation by these two tragedies: the big yearly celebrations that take place end of August weren’t as big as usual this year as commemoration to the lost ones. People have mentioned it here and there, subdued to the idea that they will never know or understand what happened. I feel upset, knowing that these people, so kind and giving, have lost so much and that the World does not seem to care…

So we stayed in a small hotel on the Western side of the island. The only “proper” hotel on that side, it provided us with simple but pleasant accommodation. Most of all, we were a stone throw away from an beautiful white sand beach. Very similar to the Brazilian beaches we already know, but tidier as already more exploited for tourism. However, we were there mid week of a non holiday period and the speedboats and sausages were safely tucked away leaving the quite white sanded beach to our single use. The waters are turquoise blue, the sand beach curves and soon turns into a rocky water side where massive boulders sit on the white sand. Two small islands covered in palm trees and jungle are in proximity, amongst which Pangkor Laut, a privately owned island with one of the most exclusive resort in Asia. Following some fishermen that I see sneaking through the boulders and the jungle, we reach a pristine creek, with the clearest waters, the whitest sand, the roundest boulders, the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.

From there we decide to swim across to the neighbouring island, approximately 500m away. The water is as warm as bath and is see-through for the first 20m. It take us a little while as the current slows our progress but we reach the small island easily. We were so impressed by the boys and they were extremely proud of themselves! We play there for 45mn, looking for shells and corals and decide to head back to main land the same way we came but this time the current is in our favour and we get back much faster. The taxi driver had told us that only the English swam across to the islands!

In the evening, we enjoy a candlelight alfresco dinner on the beach: Daddy’s Restaurant, the only restaurant on the beach serves cocktails and fresh watermelon juice, beautiful Malay food with curries and fresh seafood. Perfect!

We finish our mini trip through Malaysia by a quick visit to Cameron Highlands where a windy road takes us through the jungle. We see beautiful little villages tucked away by the side of the road, fruit merchants selling mangosteen, wild mangosteen, rambutans, coco juice, etc. Cameron Highlands is well known for its strawberry farms but we will not reach them as we are running out of time. Time to head back to KL tomorrow we have to catch our flight to Japan!