The buffet breakfast at our hotel was extensive: rice dishes, toast, french toast with ample syrup, scrambled eggs, sausages and other meats, potato cakes. Thus we were well fortified for the day.
Michael had had the brainwave of renting a car for the day to tour the island, easily accomplished through a convenient desk in the lobby. Fairly promptly we were able to set off northwest through rows and rows of highrise apartments towards Batu Ferringhi (aka Foreigners' Beach.) We were amused by the warning on the dashboard of our car, especially #3, referring to the unbelievably bad-smelling fruit that is so popular in Southeast Asia.
Traffic near the downtown core was busy with cars juggling for position and motorbikes zipping into every gap often from the nearside of the cars. In spite of the melee, the give-and-take was remarkable, as was the fine judgement on how close vehicles could come to each other without touching. There was no road rage, no honking, no fist-shaking, just a good-natured tolerance of individual pushing and shoving.
As we left Georgetown behind, the traffic thinned considerably and we soon arrived at Batu Ferringhi, a pleasant but narrow stretch of white sand. No headlands, no curve, just a straight line between forested hills. This area was ravaged by the tsunami of a few years back and seemed not to have recovered its former popularity. The beach was almost deserted, cafes closed up, forlorn hotels lining the beach.
The next town we came to, Teluk Bahang, was modest but more lively, relying on a resident population rather than tourists. The highlight for us was a small batik factory on the outskirts, where we were greeted by a nice young woman who gave us a tour of the operation. We seemed to be the only visitors and so were able to enjoy it at our own pace.
The factory produced both block-printed fabric,
and handpainted cloth.
The most delicate work was done with small brushes dipped in melted wax.
In spite of a shade cloth over the open-air workroom, it was incredibly hot and I admired the stamina of the artists who seemed not to notice the temperature at all.
Resuming our drive we passed the Tropical Spice Gardens, which looked too much like a theme park for us, and arrived at Penang National Park at the northwest corner of the island. There is no charge for the park, but visitors are required to sign in and out at separate booths for locals and foreigners.
We walked for some distance along the main trail beside the water which gave lovely vistas over sand, rocks and tropical blue seas.
At one point a large iguana crossed our path, lumbering up from the beach into the shade.
In spite of the views, the extreme humidity of the jungle we were walking through made it uncomfortable enough that we retraced our steps earlier than we had planned to the air-conditioned relief of the car.
The road now turned from the coast and climbed higher into the hills giving occasional distant views over the sea to the west.
We passed roadside stalls selling jackfruit and durians and stopped near a group of these at Titi Krawan where a trail runs alongside rushing cascades of water.
Some 40 years ago I had followed this trail to the waterfall where it ended. The path was much less groomed then and the waterfall deserted enough that we were able to have a quick skinny-dip in the pool at its base. This time, although the trail was still unmarked, it had been paved and groomed. Although we met no-one on it, when we arrived at the pool it was occupied by a crowd of noisy young guys, and we realised we had passed their motorbikes back at the roadside.
Our route continued down to the southwest corner of the island and into the small fishing village of Pulau Betang, where picturesque boats were moored along the sides of a lazy brown river.
Although the boats were made of fibreglass, their design still followed the traditional style of the old wooden boats with a long, pointed bow and raked profile. Red, black and blue flags hung from their sterns.
Assorted iguanas were swimming sluggishly through the water and large mudskippers occupied mudflats at the river's edge.
We had to retrace our steps back to the main road, which gave us the opportunity to admire some of the traditional wooden houses on stilts with an enclosed lower floor serving as garage and storage, and an upper storey with window shutters and decorative carving on the balconies.
After passing the airport at the southern end of the island, the road became a busy 6-lane highway . We almost missed the turn-off to our next destination, the Snake Temple.
This shrine is infested with deadly pit vipers curled over bamboo frames around an altar, with more of them in trees in the courtyard.
Local legend says that the snakes simply appeared one day, and moved in. Burning incense supposedly keeps them docile, although there were warnings about getting too cosy with them.
The surrounding courtyard was filled with greenery,
including a selection of bonsai,
and some exotic tropical flowers.
Unfortunately, with nothing nearby for contrast, these photos don't show the huge scale of the goddess.
On the edge of the surrounding plaza that overlooked the city far below were some impressive pieces of bonsai.
On our way out I took a photo of the elegant roof structure ornamented with little dragons and what looked to be a human figure riding a chicken.
It was almost dark by the time we left the temple and we were glad to get back to our hotel to relax and have a cooling shower. Too tired to go back to the centre of town, we walked a few blocks to a Thai restaurant for dinner. Its name, Chok Dee, reminded us of one of our favourite restaurants in Australia, and the food was just as good.
