We left the pollution and shopping malls of KL dor a bit of peace and quiet on the island of Pangkor, off the western coast of peninsular Malaysia. Things are often quite disorganised in a charming way, but for instance we are never sure whether we have reached our destination or not and sort of rely on people to shout and signal at us in a language we don't understand. Upon disembarking at Pangkor town we shared a taxi with two German girls (pierced and tattooed as is often the case) to the bay we had chosen to go to. The island is in fact tiny and we rode around the whole place on a moped in one afternoon. We visited the sites of interest that turned out not to be that interesting. There was a boulder with 'ancient inscriptions' on. It turned out to be a 250 year old grafitti of a tiger attacking a kid. Then there was the Dutch fort, which was a roofless square brick building. I was reminded of my uncle's back garden (he's a builder).
The beaches were pretty and isolated, except for the monkeys. A macaque tried to rummage through my bag while I was sunbathing! We hired a kayak and now both have blisters on our thumbs.
Also of note, the muslim Malaysian girls on the beach go swimming and snorkelling in tracksuits and fully veiled. It kind of makes me feel even more self-conscious in my bikini.
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