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‘You can catch a boat.’
The Zimbabwean cyclist I met at the crossroads was a saviour. I was about to start a planned 20km detour on main roads because of one 200m stretch of water. No ferries marked on the map. He’d just caught a water taxi in the village 5km away– and that is what I did too. A daylight arrival in Georgetown was the result.

The ferry to Georgetown

The ferry to Georgetown

The weather is hot. And muggy. I’m constantly mopping the sweat off my brow, and when I stop, and the breeze from cycling stops, it pours down like a waterfall. The roads were flat today – tiny roads mostly along the coast and through farmland. Very pleasant – but just hot.

A quiet road

A quiet road

River boats

River boats

Quiet road

Quiet road

Georgetown is quite big. In Little India I cycled through Bollywood music coming from all directions. Lots of backpackers in this tourist centre of Malaysia.


The motorbike guy opened the sack and pulled out a glass jar. Some white fabric was stuffed in the top, and at the bottom a black shiny object. ‘A cobra’, he said. ‘I found it just over there.’ I could see the cobra breathing inside the jar – it’s abdomen expanding and contracting. Maybe I shouldn’t camp here..

Danger

Danger

In Malaysia the monkeys are walking across the power lines crossing the road, the giant lizards are scurrying off into the bushes as I pass, and the cobras are being caught in glass jars. I saw a big brown shiny snake slithering across the road – I almost ran it over. Although the landscape is more open with wider fields, it is seething with life. I am really in the tropics.

The border with Thailand is a ridge of mountains that pops up out of nothing – and it is steep. In the muggy heat of the middle of the day, the sweat was pouring off me as I inched up the pass. At the top, behind the tall grass and the trees, I caught glimpses of a beautiful plain with kaarst peaks rising vertically out of the flatness.

View over the plains

View over the plains

A rest day yesterday with a cyclist friend from Facebook – Terje, saw us paddle into the dark in Chet Cod Cave. It was dark. Shining the light to the cavern ceiling, we say the rows of bats hanging upside-down. It seemed to be raining – something from the bats maybe. 🙂