. . . . . . . . Alina

Mum and dad, just to let you know, all I want for my next birthday is to celebrate it Harry style. Cause that's when you, in one day, get to:


Enjoy your cold beers ON the ocean,



go cheer dancing where Leonardo Dicaprio kills his sharks,




be the one man standing while the OTHER person falls,




get entertained by colourful fishes,





climb the mountains and play in the caves,




break your shorts by jumping from trees, the best way of breaking things!!,




and realize that your waterproof bag is working under a false identity and accept your camera's sudden mood change.


Happy Birthday Hun!!!

This is Sven. We do look happy with our friend. But it's all fake. Sven tells us when to smile, what to eat, when to sleep and what to do. So, night walks it is. Normally a night beach session is what we prefer, but you can't really say No to Sven, can you? Don't wanna risk it. Spiteful is his middle name.





... and he never leaves the house without his pyjamas. Not even when we tell him to.









Sushi.

1. Wake up, bring your book and your plums and exit the house by the beach side. Jackpot! Blue sky, not a cloud as far as you can see and an empty beach. Nearly. The nearly empty beach also contains the mouth of the "WARNING!!! Watch out for the catfishes in the water!!" comes from. I don't really (sorry mum and dad) miss school, but getting an instructed class in how to avoid the death from catfish stings was something new, I would almost call it funny. But, though the topis is all about FISH, I cannot tell you about the stingray+jellyfish chapter. But I'll tell you what though, Zaid must not have listened properly...



2. I don't have enough fingers to count how often, every day, I say "No thanks" to the fish massages they advertise on the street. I doubt I would feel very comfortable with fishes biting the skin off my toes. Karma. Our afternoon walk brought us to this peaceful space in the middle of the jungle with a waterfall and colourful butterflies. An innocent dip/sit-down in the spring made me realize why my mind has kept telling me not to let the fishes chew my feet earlier. I stepped straight into their home/house/palace. And apparently the skin on my feet is a delicacy when it comes to the visiting Swedish market. We did not agree completely at that point. My next "No thanks" will, if possible, be even more honest than before.



3. Plan, simply... We are going FISHing. Tomorrow night. With our Jamaican friend. On the beach. And we are going to eat it. The fish.




PS. Monkeys do NOT love bananas, that's for sure. And that's where we went separate ways, mr. Monkey and I, when I realized. He picked the watermelon...

A sample of all the floods we passed. This is the highway all the way to the Malaysian border.


We made it, all the way to P.Penang (right...?). It took us, apart from the 3 days extra we were stuck in our Koh Samui prison aka powerless guesthouse room, 35 hours and 4 different kinds of transports to get here.


Squeezed in between our luggage on the floor of the bus.

Less happy was the border police and one word they clearly knew how to pronounce in English was CHARGE. Fair enough, I guess, since we somehow became illegal immigrants for a few days. Although, they did have comfy sofas in the interegation office. And I nowmore have funny Thai hand writing in my passport. I bet it says they fancied my flipflops or it might even be their names for me to add as friends on Facebook!! Yaaaay.


Checking into Georgetown, first day in Malaysia.




Our current international location is Malaysia, the country where...:

* ...the horses only have half a tail. At first I thought that was a general animal fashion, til we randomly witnessed a dog hanging from another horse's tail. Cut cut cut.

Horse's newest hair cut fashion in the background of Luke's beach dinner photo.



* ...you order an egg breakfast and get curry cabbage, rice biryani and a deep fried egg on the side. I think it was an egg. Well, interesting and surprisingly tasty!


Obviously not the breakfast, but a well earnt Tiger in the sunset as a treat after some long days' efforts.




A couple of smooth river "jumpers".


* ...the bus occasionally stops for a heard of cows. Funny how animals have their own crossovers in the city, while the people are stuck on one side of the street.


Ferringhi's brand new started rock band. Album will be released soon. Very soon. Singer: Luke. Guitarrist: Harry.


* ...you have to squeeze into your guesthouse room (probably our own unlucky exception), since the door hits the edge of the bed/pile of mattresses. Now it all makes sence to me why there is no linen provided. Because no spare floor space basically means share your bed with your luggage, and oh no, no space left for a sheet!



Locals asking for photos taken with us. What it feels like to be famous.


But we are in a beautiful country, the people spoil us as family members and it feels even more like holiday than in a long time!


A private snake and magics show on the beach!

...add the facts that the cobras don't bite, the ultimate paradise beach is our front yard and I haven't been near restless for a second since we got here. Proof enough.

Hey cutiepie.

My Malaysia.