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The Land of Smiles

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Following a ferry ride back to the Malay mainland, I boarded my first Thai sleeper train; this one would take me from Butterworth all the way to Bangkok. It stopped at the Malay/Thai border and, as hoped for, the lady exit-stamped my passport, writing a mere “via Singapore” next to it, to explain the lack of an entry stamp. After all that, it just goes to show how bureaucratic some borders can be, and also how simple they ought to be.

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(Bottom right) The precious stamp!

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Sunset in southern Thailand.

Thai sleeper trains are great. This journey took 22 hours but, in 2nd class AC was quite enjoyable. The lower berths are much wider than the upper ones and only cost 100 Baht (2 pounds) more. I forked out the extra. You get immaculate white, soft bedding, a fully flat bed, wider than an ordinary single bed, a big window and curtains to seal yourself in. The toilets aren’t great but, hey, you can’t have everything.

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In the day time the seats fold up into two seats facing each other – very social.

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Bangkok’s Hualumpong station is a very busy place, but it’s air conditioned and surprisingly stress free. When I first arrived there, everybody in the huge hall stood up. For me? No, for the national anthem, which is played everywhere in Thailand every day at 6 and 8 o’clock. Everybody stands up – they take it very seriously. The King of Thailand is viewed almost as a god. (Order of society: King, monks, teachers). I heard that anthem so many times, it got quite stuck in my head – it’s fairly catchy (well, as catchy as a national anthem in a foreign language can be).
One thing I hated about Bangkok was the money-grabbing opportunism which appears to be everywhere. Nowhere is this more so than in the gangs of tuktuk drivers who prowl around transport and tourist centres, looking for innocent, tired (and therefore weak) tourists. I had to really argue to get a fair price for my trip to the Khao San area, where I wanted to stay. But that wasn’t before telling a couple of drivers to (politely) get lost for quoting ridiculous figures ad refusing to budge. They prey on the weak – bloodsuckers.

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Bangkok is a huge city and not an easy one to get around, especially if you’re unfamiliar with it. You can’t really walk great distances in the heat and humidity with lots of baggage, most maps have roads missing, very few street signs and bus timetables are even in Roman script and the one subway line seems to go away from the places you want to visit. Pretty frustrating. As you can probably tell, I wasn’t a great fan of the place. I imagine it’d be a cool place to live once you get to know it, but I wasn’t really captivated during my time there. It’s probably to do with the size of the place, you have to know where to look.

There is some great street food however – a meal of fried noodles, vegetables and spring rolls costs about 50p!

Many places offer cheap traditional massages (which are great, until they start clicking your back) to work out the aches and pains of lugging a couple of rucksacks around the world. Several places have fish spas; you put your feet in big tanks full of small fish who dart around and nibble away all the rough, dead skin. It feels strange, tickles at first, but then is very pleasant, like a mild electric current or vibration.

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In a couple of hours, this street flood to over a foot deep – pretty heavy monsoon rain.

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Keen to leave Bangkok, I caught a sleeper train up to Chiang Mai, Thailand’s second city, in the mountainous north.

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I found here to be far more pleasant. The people were friendlier, it’s easy to navigate by foot and much prettier than Bangkok’s smoggy sprawl of concrete.

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There are many Buddhist temples (called Wats) here. This one is Wat Chedi Luang. The decorative detail is stunning, both inside and out.

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The main pink brick Chedi was damaged in 1545 and is now crumbling, although still impressive, considering its age.

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Many of these temples have a main building or shrine and are surrounded by smaller ones. Some advertise ‘monk chat,’ where one can talk to the monks in English.

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Pad Thai street food vendor. Street food is great in Thailand – it’s super cheap and cooked freshly to order in front of you. I enjoyed sitting out on the pavement in the evening, eating local food with local people.

I rented a motorbike for a day and rode up into the mountains which surround Chiang Mai.

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The road up Doi Suthep was extremely fun; winding, twisting and very steep with some very good views. It was also pleasantly cooler at higher elevations than in the valley.

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Geckos. I didn’t really have anywhere in mind to go, just fancied exploring a little. There was a sign for a walk through the jungle which I spotted and decided to do.

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This snake startled me a little. No idea what type it was but gave it a wide berth.

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In one clearing there was what appeared to be a shrine with offerings next to a small cave. There are many different hill tribes in the north of Thailand whose peoples are animists, worshipping spirits of the natural world.

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Vines and branches coil around one another.

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Banana palms.

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The ‘path’ was ambiguous and I strayed off it a few times.

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They do love their King.

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Chiang Mai’s Old City is a square, totally surrounded by a moat with several causeways.

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My guesthouse.

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Very intricate detail on all of the temples.

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My traditional wooden room, and the gecko I shared it with.

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Malaysia

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I took a train from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur, first travelling over the causeway connecting the city state with Malaysia and the rest of mainland Asia. The train passed through some really rural communities on the way north to KL, the capital city.

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I found Kuala Lumpur to be an ideal mixture of order and chaos. There is an LRT monorail/subway which, when you figure out how to use it, is a good way to get around.

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Malaysia is a (fairly liberal) Muslim country and many of the buildings are Arab inspired, such as this one, outside the main post office.

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Chinatown market. Loads of street food.

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The old train station – very Islamic looking.

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I visited the National Mosque – a very peaceful, thoughtful place built in a pleasing modern, geometric style.

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As there is a dress code in mosques, they give visitors robes to borrow.

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The iconic, 490m high Petronas Towers.

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Reflections in the water feature outside the KLCC.

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The Menara KL Tower has a viewing deck at 276m and an elevator takes you there in about 50 seconds. Views of the city from up here are second to none.

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See the camel below…
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…And from the ground.
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My guesthouse in KL, Asrama Step Inn, was a friendly one. The staff were really helpful and I met some great people there. One of the owners went out fishing one day and cooked a whole group of us a free dinner. A lovely gesture, whilst the catfish (!) he cooked wasn’t tasty, the rest of the feast was excellent.

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Yellow watermelon – never had that before. It’s like a regular one but sweeter and more flavoursome.

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The terrace – a great place to sit and socialise. The range of interesting people one meets whilst backpacking is outstanding. On this very terrace I got to know an Australian couple who were on their way to Europe for the first time and wanted tips, a Ukrainian guy who fought in the Soviet Red Army, a French guy who lives in Indonesia working as a dive instructor, a Canadian girl who has been traveling her whole life (doing tattoos for people to fund it) and many more. It’s a great way of gaining insights into other cultures and lifestyles, which gives you a whole different outlook on your own lifestyle and broadens your thinking.

The Australian couple and I decided to make a daytrip to the Batu Caves, just north of KL. These natural limestone caves contain Hindu shrines and there is a massive gold Buddha outside – the largest one outside of India.

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Hundreds of monkeys swarmed around the steps leading to the caves; they nest up in holes in the cliff walls and come down to scavenge food from stupid tourists. One such person thought a good way to make a monkey leave her alone would be to throw it a piece of banana. It clearly hadn’t occurred to her that now the monkey saw her as a source of food and intensified its pestering. Some people can be a bit thick. And no, throwing it a piece of banana skin was never going to work – that just pissed it off.

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Outside the caves a traveling Yogi (Hindu holy man of very high religious status) was doing a ceremony surrounding a fire. He seemed to be burning offerings in the flames, and at one point practically lay in the fire. All of this was accompanied by almost hypnotic music and the three of us agreed afterwards that watching it sent us into a sort of trance. Whilst we didn’t really understand the spiritual meaning of the ritual, it certainly felt like something special.

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Penang

After many goodbyes, I left KL and caught a night train to Butterworth, in north Malaysia. (A seat rather than a sleeper – not good.) From here I took the short ferry over to the island of Penang at about 6am. The sunrise painted the sky with many colours which were, in turn, reflected in the sea.

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Georgetown, the capital of Penang, was a British settlement and has many examples of colonial architecture. One the other hand, nowadays the population is predominantly Chinese so there’s an interesting fusion of cultures.

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Chinese temple.

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Typical backstreet.

There were a few things I had wanted to see and do on the island – the main one being the walk up to Penang Hill, from where one can see the whole island and across to the mainland clearly. However, I became aware of what I thought, at the time, could have been a potentially serious problem.

When I caught the train from Singapore to Malaysia, I was given an ‘exit’ passport stamp from Singapore, but no ‘entry’ stamp from Malaysia. I thought that this would be OK if I explained the situation. But, an old, miserable, crusty British guy took great satisfaction in telling me that, without my entry being officially logged, I was travelling as an “illegal alien” in Malaysia and would be detained when I tried to leave the country. Worried, I took a bus to the airport to speak to an immigration officer, but nobody there could help me out. So, I resigned myself to the fact that I may have had to some explaining to do at the Thai border, and possibly some ‘fines’ (bribes) to pay too.
However, after some trawling through travel forums on the internet, I learned that other people had faced the same situation as me, doing the same route, and that, on the border, it’s not a problem when you come to leave. It’s only by train from Singapore to Malaysia that you don’t get an entry stamp… Something to do with disputed territory over the railway track. I do think that the immigration people should tell you this, rather than just leave you to worry. I wasted a whole day trying to sort out a problem which didn’t exist.
So, that old bloke at my guesthouse was just trying to spook me – and succeeded. Thanks, jerk.

After all that bother, when a Chinese guy staying at my guesthouse asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink, you can guess my answer!

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Destination South East Asia: Singapore

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I found Singapore to be a strange place. One face of it is ultra-modern, sophisticated and wealthy, yet there are pockets of traditional chaotic character such as Little India, where I was staying. The city state really is a cultural melting pot; predominantly Chinese, although there are people here from all over Asia. The fact that there are four official languages – Mandarin, English, Malay and Tamil – illustrates this.

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Sultan Mosque, in the Arab Quarter.

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National Museum of Singapore.

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These guys don’t mess about. There are quite a few of these signs around.

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There are many green areas, and pockets of rainforest, on the island.

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Downtown business district.

Travelling around the island is incredibly easy – the local transport is cheap and very efficient.

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My local station on the MRT subway, Farrer Park. Rather nicer than the London Tube stations.

There are many strict rules in Singapore, for example: $500 fine for eating, drinking or chewing gum on the MRT, however this makes the place so pleasant and clean; there is hardly any litter anywhere.

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The downtown CBD looks at its best at night.

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Singapore Zoo is outstanding. Not a fan of animals being kept in zoos, I really enjoyed this one. Each enclosure is sensitively landscaped to be as close to the animals’ natural habitat as possible and the prime focus is conservation.

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Tigers looking out for each other.

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Moats are used rather than fences wherever possible – such as here, in the orang utan area.

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This is definitely one of the park’s highlights. The park itself is built inside a rainforest and the orang utans are ‘free ranging’, so you can see them swinging in the trees above your head as you walk along the paths through the park.

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Orang utans overhead.

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Komodo dragon.

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Perth

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Perth was more of a stopover, rather than flying directly from Adelaide to South East Asia. Nonetheless, there were a few interesting things to see.

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Jellyfish in the River Swan.

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Heirisson Island, in the Swan, was a pleasant place to sit, think and view the city skyline.

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There were a couple of kangaroos here too.

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Fremantle, a small town just down the coast from Perth, made an excellent day trip. Perth’s local transport is so efficient and cheap. Mining has made Western Australia very wealthy and the cost of living is high, yet transport costs very little.

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There was an artwork exhibition at Cottesloe beach.

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Shoes made of sand.

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Paper cranes on the right.

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The Indian Ocean here was warm and it was a hot day.

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A V8 motorbike – rather excessive, but pretty cool.

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Adelaide

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In Adelaide I stayed with family friends Phil and Diane who live in Golden Grove, north of the city. I had met them before in the UK, and their son Shaun, briefly. However I wasn’t at home when their daughter Ainsley visited Worcestershire on her gap year, so it was good to meet her too.

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On my first full day, I rode the tram down to Glenelg and the beach, where I spent most of the day. The beach was practically empty when I arrived but by midday had become quite crowded. The weather was much warmer in SA n Victoria – 35 Celsius as opposed to mid twenties – perfect for a beachy day. The sea was warm here too.
That evening, Phil and Di had got tickets for us to watch a standup comedy act at a wine bar – part of Adelaide’s annual Fringe Festival, which was in full swing when I was there. The guy had a few good lines but, for the most part, wasn’t funny. When a joke was not going down well, rather than quickly change tack, he kept pushing it – poor bloke. A couple of ladies at the back clearly didn’t appreciate his humour, so he decided to single them out in the hope of interaction. But, as Di said, audience participation only works if your audience actually finds you funny. These two ladies had left by the end. However, the thing about these festivals is that you never know quite what you’re going to get; it’s a bit of a lottery. It gives amateur performers a chance to perform to a crowd, which is good.
Another day Phil took me to the Barossa Valley, about an hour from their place, to see the various wineries the area is famous for. We started at Jacob’s Creek and tasted a range of their wines. Then we moved on to several places and sampled several wines from each. The range and variety was impressive, for an area the size it is. Sparkling red Shiraz, a wine I was previously unfamiliar with, I really liked. In one place we tasted a vintage, sweet after dinner wine at room temperature, and then again over ice. The difference the change in temperature made was quite remarkable; it brought out a whole range of different flavours.
At one winery they had a bottle of $700 wine open and, after sampling a range of wines of ever increasing price, finished off the experience with this one. I had never previously tasted wine this expensive and, needless to say, rather liked it. Again, needless to say, we didn’t buy any.
An interesting difference between French and Australian wine is the price one pays at the vineyard. In France, wine is significantly cheaper if purchased directly from the grower. However in Australia this seemed not to be the case as much.

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View of Adelaide and the ocean beyond from the summit of Mt. Lofty, the highest point in the Adelaide Hills.

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The city has a really laidback feel and the green areas down by the River Torrens are good for strolling in the sunshine.

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The Adelaide Oval cricket ground. A gate was open so I just strolled in and had a nose about.

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The university buildings and museum take pride of place along North Terrace.

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Botanical gardens. (If you’ve been following my previous entries, you’ve probably gathered I like these.)

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Enjoyed a few games of pool with Phil on their huge table.

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Chloe, another member of the family I hadn’t previously met.

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