. . . . . . . . Alina

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.