01

Jun
Langkawi to Samui
Yes, we are now back in Thailand! For our first glimpse at the Thai islands. But of course before we could get to Koh Samui we had to make our way up Thailand through the ‘deep south’ to Surat Thani to catch a ferry.
Malaysia’s attitude to taking money off you is so laid back compared to Thailand. Instead of the rows of booths with people behind glass trying to sell you bus tickets, our first glimpse of Thailand (after immigration) was a smarmy tout wearing enough gel to give a woolly mammoth a fashionable hairstyle. He spent a few minutes trying to convince us our only option to get to Hat Yai was to give him 1400baht. Once he realised that wasn’t getting him anywhere he moved onto trying to get us to pay 300baht, then 200baht for a ride to the nearby bus station.
Needless to say we said no, and approached the nearby songtheaw (a pick up with bench seats in the back). As we did, he shouted something to the driver in Thai. I thought “I bet he is saying charge them 200baht”. The driver looks round, “200baht”. “Bastard” I said to myself in my head. I smiled and said “thats expensive”, the driver laughed a little bit embarrassed and said “yes, yes it is”. “I think we will get a lift from a taxi on the road then”. “OK! 50 baht”. The tout looked disappointed, the driver didn’t seem to mind. I assume he doesn’t like him either.
Once we get on board we are faced by three brits and a Dutchman. After a few minutes of conversation we find out that they live on the road next to the road we used to live on in Norwich, Norfolk. Small bloody world. They had watched us talking to the driver and started asking us about prices. They booked everything through a travel agent in Langkawi and had just realised how expensive it was. They had to pay extra in the office in Satun, they then eventually paid the driver from the ferry to the bus station, then paid someone for the next part of the journey once they reached the bus station but they were not sure who he was. They were talking to each other trying to work out what they had actually paid for back in Langkawi other than the boat ticket. I think everyone except the Dutch guy accepted it as a mistake and were moving on with their lives but he was clearly annoyed, probably because he had been telling us about his extensive travel experience before finding out how much we were paying by doing it ourselves.
Oops. 
Oh well, we said that our philosophy was usually to avoid tourist agencies like a clown in a rikety van offering sweets. We were also talking about the stories you hear of people hiding in the luggage compartment of the dodgier bus companies buses so they can go through the bags. They would be disappointed going through my bag and only getting a Padi book on wreck diving or a pair of my pants. I doubt there is much of a secondhand market for either.
The journey was not the worst we have done, but by the 7th hour on our second bus in one day we were done. We arrived in Surat Thani at 9pm, in a random part of town (not the bus station, which seems like a reasonable place for a bus to stop). The bus had broken down twice, but luckily effective bus engineering is hitting it with something and shouting at it in Thai. When we arrived in Surat Thani we didn’t really have a choice but to climb into the metaphorical rickety van (ironically getting out of a real rickety bus to do so) and go into a tourist agency. We knew how much the ferry ticket was and paid 50baht more to do it this way. This way included a lift to the ferry in the morning though, and a ride to the nearest cheap hotel.
The journey the next day was the usual affair. Groups of tourists being ferried around like sheep in and out of buses or ferries until eventually we arrive on Koh Samui.
Which is where we still are, the overly touristy and not overly backpacker friendly Koh Samui. The cheap bungalows from many years ago have been knocked down and replaced by anything they can charge more for. Street vendors have gone and replaced by Italian restaurants or Irish pubs. Still, the good things do exist though, and a 10 minute walk from the beach inland puts you in the middle of the Thai area the two week tourists don’t dare to do into. It also has a nice stretch of beach, even if it is a little busy.
Tomorrow we are doing a tour of the nearby marine park, so today was filled with a different (read: cheaper) distraction. A local charity runs a dog and cat shelter, and they ask for people to come in to give the animals some attention. Not a problem. Three hours of our day was taken up with being mobbed by big groups of attention hungry cats and dogs (including a few puppies). The charity offers free neutering and some veterinary care for the islands animals. They also take in any strays they can find. 
For now though, we are going to mooch around on the beach… probably not doing a whole lot until it gets cooler and napping doesn’t seem so appealing.

Langkawi to Samui

Yes, we are now back in Thailand! For our first glimpse at the Thai islands. But of course before we could get to Koh Samui we had to make our way up Thailand through the ‘deep south’ to Surat Thani to catch a ferry.

Malaysia’s attitude to taking money off you is so laid back compared to Thailand. Instead of the rows of booths with people behind glass trying to sell you bus tickets, our first glimpse of Thailand (after immigration) was a smarmy tout wearing enough gel to give a woolly mammoth a fashionable hairstyle. He spent a few minutes trying to convince us our only option to get to Hat Yai was to give him 1400baht. Once he realised that wasn’t getting him anywhere he moved onto trying to get us to pay 300baht, then 200baht for a ride to the nearby bus station.

Needless to say we said no, and approached the nearby songtheaw (a pick up with bench seats in the back). As we did, he shouted something to the driver in Thai. I thought “I bet he is saying charge them 200baht”. The driver looks round, “200baht”. “Bastard” I said to myself in my head. I smiled and said “thats expensive”, the driver laughed a little bit embarrassed and said “yes, yes it is”. “I think we will get a lift from a taxi on the road then”. “OK! 50 baht”. The tout looked disappointed, the driver didn’t seem to mind. I assume he doesn’t like him either.

Once we get on board we are faced by three brits and a Dutchman. After a few minutes of conversation we find out that they live on the road next to the road we used to live on in Norwich, Norfolk. Small bloody world. They had watched us talking to the driver and started asking us about prices. They booked everything through a travel agent in Langkawi and had just realised how expensive it was. They had to pay extra in the office in Satun, they then eventually paid the driver from the ferry to the bus station, then paid someone for the next part of the journey once they reached the bus station but they were not sure who he was. They were talking to each other trying to work out what they had actually paid for back in Langkawi other than the boat ticket. I think everyone except the Dutch guy accepted it as a mistake and were moving on with their lives but he was clearly annoyed, probably because he had been telling us about his extensive travel experience before finding out how much we were paying by doing it ourselves.

Oops.

Oh well, we said that our philosophy was usually to avoid tourist agencies like a clown in a rikety van offering sweets. We were also talking about the stories you hear of people hiding in the luggage compartment of the dodgier bus companies buses so they can go through the bags. They would be disappointed going through my bag and only getting a Padi book on wreck diving or a pair of my pants. I doubt there is much of a secondhand market for either.

The journey was not the worst we have done, but by the 7th hour on our second bus in one day we were done. We arrived in Surat Thani at 9pm, in a random part of town (not the bus station, which seems like a reasonable place for a bus to stop). The bus had broken down twice, but luckily effective bus engineering is hitting it with something and shouting at it in Thai. When we arrived in Surat Thani we didn’t really have a choice but to climb into the metaphorical rickety van (ironically getting out of a real rickety bus to do so) and go into a tourist agency. We knew how much the ferry ticket was and paid 50baht more to do it this way. This way included a lift to the ferry in the morning though, and a ride to the nearest cheap hotel.

The journey the next day was the usual affair. Groups of tourists being ferried around like sheep in and out of buses or ferries until eventually we arrive on Koh Samui.

Which is where we still are, the overly touristy and not overly backpacker friendly Koh Samui. The cheap bungalows from many years ago have been knocked down and replaced by anything they can charge more for. Street vendors have gone and replaced by Italian restaurants or Irish pubs. Still, the good things do exist though, and a 10 minute walk from the beach inland puts you in the middle of the Thai area the two week tourists don’t dare to do into. It also has a nice stretch of beach, even if it is a little busy.

Tomorrow we are doing a tour of the nearby marine park, so today was filled with a different (read: cheaper) distraction. A local charity runs a dog and cat shelter, and they ask for people to come in to give the animals some attention. Not a problem. Three hours of our day was taken up with being mobbed by big groups of attention hungry cats and dogs (including a few puppies). The charity offers free neutering and some veterinary care for the islands animals. They also take in any strays they can find.

For now though, we are going to mooch around on the beach… probably not doing a whole lot until it gets cooler and napping doesn’t seem so appealing.

31

May
Seeing as the last one was so popular, more fire poi from Perhentian!

Seeing as the last one was so popular, more fire poi from Perhentian!

31

May
See… no reason to be scared of them at all.

travelwyse:

Cracks me up everytime #funny #sharks #cheese #smile. Ahh #sharkweek soon 💙 - @cinderella22- #webstagram

See… no reason to be scared of them at all.

travelwyse:

Cracks me up everytime #funny #sharks #cheese #smile. Ahh #sharkweek soon 💙 - @cinderella22- #webstagram

29

May
"Travel Pet Hate: The music videos on the buses. Theres only so many times I can watch a depressing story about two people being in love then one dying / committing suicide / being murdered then watching it again but from a different persons perspective."

27

May
During an overnight rain storm on Perhentian (Malaysia)

During an overnight rain storm on Perhentian (Malaysia)

27

May
Fire poi on Perhentian

Fire poi on Perhentian

27

May
The tables on the beach in front of the bars on Perhentian (Malaysia)

The tables on the beach in front of the bars on Perhentian (Malaysia)

27

May
Perhentian (Long Beach) in Malaysia

Perhentian (Long Beach) in Malaysia

26

May

The last of Perhentian and first of Langkawi

26

May

Langkawi


I wish I had kept count of all the times I have been confused on our journey so far. I said the same about having a pedometer after our day around the temples near Angkor Wat, and our trek in Thailand. If I had kept track though I’m sure it would be a really impressive number.

I say this because Malaysia doesn’t make sense sometimes so it has given me even more cause to be confused than normal. We have been to three islands so far - Pulao Tioman, Perhentian and Langkawi. Malaysia is an expensive country to drink in, small cans of beer cost the equivalent of $3. Tioman though is a beautiful tropical island and is duty free, moving the price of beer a little closer towards the rest of SE Asias level (with a hefty profit for the shops of course). It was dead. At the weekend hoards of Singaporeans appeared, piled onto boats to go snorkelling wearing fluorescent life jackets because they can’t swim, had polite meals in the evening then had an early night. At the end of the weekend they disappeared leaving behind a smallish number of shell shocked backpackers and two english men in their fifties who spent all day complaining about their wives to the women who worked in the snorkeling rental hut - oh and getting sun burnt and eventually looking like a red leather bag with chest hair.

We walked around wondering why nobody was really on the island with us and why there was no party atmosphere. Eventually we left there and went north to Perhentian - an island where it is expensive to drink. Suddenly there are backpackers everywhere all drinking like there’s an oncoming beer shortage. Its not amazingly busy, but its active. There’s no snorkeling unless you pay to go on the package tours as well. Then there’s theres the hassle of trying to get out of the village the boats go to on the mainland. Why Malaysia’s most popular island is linked by one of its most deliberately isolated villages is another cause of confusion for me. Don’t get me wrong though, Perhentian is beautiful. When your only real complaint about a place is that you can’t take photos without having a Japanese man in a miniature Speedo in the background then it can’t be so bad. Case in point:

I’m sure he was following me around. 

Then we arrive in Langkawi - another island with duty-free shops everywhere. Beer and even soft drinks are reasonably priced but the backpacker beach is quiet to say the least. 

Langkawi

I am not particularly taken with Langkawi if I am honest. Its too big, there are cars everywhere and everything is too spread apart. The taxi drivers know this so a journey down the road costs nearly the same as our bus journey across the country. The beach is OK, but doesn’t have the same atmosphere as the smaller islands we have been on. We were warned that Langkawi is more aimed for holiday goers than backpackers but we thought we would see for ourselves! Its hard to tell you are on an island when the island is this big. Still… on the plus side this is the first day in over two weeks we have not heard Jack Johnson. I like Jack Johnson, but just because its a tropical island doesn’t mean he has to be the only soundtrack you hear for the whole time you are there. Pippa is nodding in agreement. She gets annoyed when I play the same song twice in one day so imagine how bad she is hearing the same album on repeat all day every day.

26

May

More photos of Perhentian!

26

May

26

May

26

May

Some of our photos from Kuala Terrenganu

25

May

We Are Still Alive!


With internet easily available we can do an update. Its been too long now though, its difficult to know where to start.

We were on Perhentian for five days in the end until we eventually got around to leaving! Much of our time was spent trying to work out what to do next and, after being convinced about how easy it was, we decided to catch the 4pm boat back to the mainland to get a boat across the country to get on another boat to Langkawi. Mind you, the last update was in Kuala Terrenganu so I should probably fill that bit in.

One of my biggest complaints about Malaysia is how the buses can be so easy then so complicated. We tried to get a bus from Kuantan to Cherating (30 minutes up the road). That wasn’t possible so we went to Kuala Terrenganu (3 hours away). When we arrive there we see signs for buses to Cherating… no way am I getting back on a bus to go there so we carry on. Then all of the bus companies tell us how difficult it is to get to Perhentian from Kuala Terrenganu. The village that the boats leave from is called Kuala Besut (or Koala Bear Suit as me and Pippa have been calling it). We get told we can go to Jerteh 15km down the road then get a taxi - the taxi being necessary because the thousands of tourists a year pouring into Perhentian wasn’t enough business to run a local bus (?). Finally we find somebody who tells us we can get a bus that goes directly there and points us in the right direction.

The bus journey was brilliant (well for me, Pippa fell asleep). The local buses often look like they are second hand from India. The seats were falling apart, a ninety year old women started confused at me for the entire time she was on the bus and the doors didn’t close. We arrived, bought our tickets, waited then were eventually led down to the boat. The big jetty we walked down had a tiny boat tied to the end of it. Bobbing and swaying under the weight of 12 westerners all laden down with their backpacks. The usual awkward head nods happened when you are forced to sit uncomfortably close to one person, and face to face with another. 3 locals also got on the boat then the chunky boatman. I look to my left and we are sat next to the sign saying ‘No more than 13 passengers’. “Best not to think about it” I thought as we put on life jackets. 

Once we reach the island they stop just off the coast. “We can’t go further, boat taxi pick you up - costs 2RM each”. An even smaller boat appears and we all pile into this one. Over the next few days I watch endless boats much bigger than the one we arrived in come right up onto the beach. Nevermind…

The island is beautiful. Across the water you can see the larger of the two islands, the beach is clean and the sand is perfect. The water is all the right shades of blue as far as you can see. We book into a resort which offers dive packages meaning your accommodation is basically free. We do some nice diving (I will probably put that in a different post), after the package we then do a dive trip out to Redang Island (the island too expensive to actually stay on) then we get ready to leave - after lots of swimming and sitting around on the beach of course.

As we leave we get told we have to go to the beach and get another taxi. Use of the jetty at the end of the beach being out of the question. We get taken out then left on a boat tethered out in the bay. There is nobody else on the boat, not even a driver, which confuses both of us. We sit there bobbing up and down gradually getting more suspicious we have been abandoned and it was all a prank. Finally another boat arrives, dropping the driver off, and we start moving. We start moving back to the jetty that we were not allowed to use. The boat pulls up, some bags get thrown in and we move around to the next beach to pick up a couple who had been tricked by the same con we had. To add insult to injury they did the same thing again and once picking them up drove back to shore - this time to pick up a small child.

So then after the boat journey we are back on the mainland. Buses do not run for tourists because its more lucrative to force them onto taxis (an annoying trait of Malaysia) and we eventually cave, pay the money, and get a taxi to Jerteh. After going through the usual thing of being told that for some reason the place we want to go is the one place we can’t - we find someone who books us a ticket for 9:30am. The catch is we have to make an hour journey to Kota Bahru first but this isn’t a problem. One uncomfortable overnight bus journey later and we arrive in Kuala Perlis at 5:30am, buy a ticket for the boat, wait till 7am in the busiest ferry terminal ever (its school holidays) and get on the boat. On the other side we find there are no buses, only taxis.

But we are here! There… that’s pretty much our journey since Kuala Terrenganu. I will do an update about our time on the Perhentians at some point tonight and upload some photos, but for now I think we are going to explore Langkawi to see if it is any different to the other Malaysian islands!

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