Monday, 2 July 2012
Days 9-10: Cable car, fish, and Kaya Toast.
On our last morning in Langkawi, we decided we had to leave the hotel, and see something of the island. We decided that the best way to do this was to go up the Gondola style cable car, up the tallest mountain on the island. It was amazing. The view from the top was indescribable. You could see so many different things, and every direction you looked had an amazing view. We wanted to do the skywalk, but unfortunately it was closed so we missed out on that opportunity.
Back in KL, we decided to take a look at a craft market. It sells lots of different things, and as the name would suggest some interesting crafty things. We saw one man filling a glass with sand, using sand in different colours, and some metal funnels he made a picture of a camel in the desert at night with birds flying across the moon. It was pretty impressive.
One of the other things available at the craft market was a traditional fish massage, where you can have the dead skin off your feet eaten by fish. I’m not scared of fish, and unlike M, I have no fear of people touching my feet, but I still found it very weird. The second you put your foot in the water the fish flock round it and start nibbling, probably about a hundred to one foot. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it is certainly a very weird feeling. I managed to keep my feet in long enough to take several photos, but I couldn’t keep them in for the full ten minutes. It’s just too bizarre.
Once my Uncle finished work, we decided to go and get a drink, which meant catching the monorail to a different area of KL. Catching the monorail, in the evening when everyone is coming home from work, feels, I imagine, something like it does for sardines being canned. It is so crowded, you barely have enough room to stand, and there are people on all sides of you. You have to dodge and squeeze to get off.
Once we had proved our mettle by surviving the monorail, we headed up one street that had some bars on it. My uncle had described our options: Fake Irish, Fake English, Fake Italian, Fake Mexican, Fake Cuban, Fake Jamaican etc. We went with the fake Cuban, and ordered a jug of margarita, it arrived. Now, in New Zealand, we try do something unusual with our margaritas and add tequila.
Ordering drinks in Malaysia seems to be a bit chancy, because it is a Muslim state, and a lot of people don’t drink, alcohol seems to have a very high mark up, and because it is so expensive, it often gets watered down, to make it more affordable for the bar owners. We asked whether there was any tequila in the drink, they assured us there was, we drank some more, got one of the wait staff to taste it, he said he couldn’t taste any and walked off. We assumed he was rectifying the situation, so we drank some more, still no one comes. Eventually, we found out that they hadn’t been doing anything about it at all, and had just wandered off for no reason. They said they couldn’t do anything as we had already drunk the jug, so my uncle asked for a discount on the next jug, they had to check with their manager, we waited. The manager said no, but what he would do is put lots of tequila in the next jug. This time at least we could taste the tequila, but it didn’t taste strong, tasted like a normal amount. In NZD it ended up being about $55 for the two jugs, so not unreasonable, but considering that one didn’t seem to have tequila in it, by no means brilliant.
After the drinks we went out for Iranian food. It was really tasty. Very similar to Turkish food, we had a Mezze Platter, with Hummos, Baba ganoush, some other eggplant dip, a plate of cheese melted between pita bread, some falafel, and lamb kofte with rice, with baklava for desert to finish it off. Very tasty it was too. The Baklava was interesting though, I couldn’t put my finger on where the difference was, but it tasted nothing like Baklava from home, I thought it was still good though.