Arrived in Malaysia aboard a mammoth Air Malaysia double-decker
A380 airbus, featuring 14 emergency slides, great food, and carrying very near
its maximum 494 passengers. One of three
checked bags arrived with us. We learned that one of the renegades was still in
New York and the other in Kuala Lumpur. After spending two nights on planes
getting here, no clean clothes or sandals for K… T a bit luckier. All sorted by the next morning.
The school put us up in a once-grand resort
right on the beach in Batu Feringgi, not far from the school campus. It comes with an
impressive breakfast buffet catering to the tastes of the various home
continents of the guests, who seem to include a good number of peninsular Malaysians.
Eid al fitr, the end of the Ramadan month of fasting is near, and many people
are here at the beach for vacation/celebrations. We have five days/nights to
choose an apartment and move in.
It’s a rather odd location. From Batu Feringgi it is a good
20 minute drive (if traffic cooperates) along a windy sea front road to the
highly developed tangle outside Georgetown, the charming town the uninitiated
think of when one thinks “Penang”.
Penang is actually a whole province, some of which is on the
mainland. Penang island (Pulau Pinang)
is connected to the mainland by a 13.5 km (8.4 mi) long bridge. A second bridge, further south, is in the works.
The two apartment buildings where the vast majority of staff
lives are the charmingly named Eden Seaview and Miami Green. The former has the
attribute of being in easy walking distance to the school and a few minutes’
walk to restaurants and small shops. The latter, a 27 meter (88 1/2 feet) swimming pool and a basic but
serviceable gym. But that one requires a commute either by bus (25 minutes) or
by car (10 minutes). We were shown only a couple of other properties besides
these two, both of them even further
away than Miami Green and also further off the main road.
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| view from our balcony |
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| pool from balcony--don't jump! |
The big deal in our flat? Out the front windows, the sea and a picturesque strip of land on the mainland, and out the back windows the jungle. Worth riding up 20, count ‘em 20 floors in the elevator each day (my ears pop!). Washing dishes scanning the steep hillside some 60 feet or so behind for birds and monkeys. Worth the slightly kitschy décor: 70s-style light fixtures, one bathroom sporting pink wall tiles and green and clay-colored floor tiles in a checkerboard pattern, lavender walls in the bedroom. But we are luckier than most to have a fairly well stocked kitchen including a convection oven (rare) and a clothes dryer (unheard of). Sipping tea on the balcony watching the ferry to Langkawi Island go by.
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| ironing with jungle view |
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| entryway to our apartment |
Had to sign a year’s lease but
will be on the lookout for possible alternatives. Walking out the door to swim
at 8 pm could be habit-forming however.
ON THE JOYS OF RELOCATION
Apartment, Day One
The washing machine does not work and the dryer stops after
4 minutes. No internet.
BUT the cable TV is hooked up and we have Al Jazeera English
and BBC, and we had our first gecko visitor (means good luck)
Apartment, Day Two
Internet working, but our computer, a Mac Book pro less than two
years old, has died and would cost $800 to repair, AND an ATM machine ate my US
credit card
BUT the washer has been repaired and found a dryer
setting that allows it to run for 30 minutes
Apartment, Day Four
Internet no longer working, swimmer's ear, BUT terrific "wet" (= fruit, veg, fish, chicken) market
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The car is a real blessing, purchased with funds reimbursed
from the Baku shipping allowance. But it’s orange. The previous Dutch owner no
doubt thought that was grand, but call it “copper” all you want, it remains
ORANGE, which as you have no doubt deduced is not my fave. Here it is parked next to a really cute BLUE
vehicle. Well, it is easy to spot in a
parking lot.
Driving on the left took some getting used to, hitting the
windshield wiper whilst wanting the turn signal. (One can say “whilst” whilst
speaking of British-style driving). Left
hand drive and S-curve coast roads are one thing. The more imponderable element
is: motorbikes. In singles or flocks, passing
you on the left or the right, on a curve or straightaway, in your lane, the
oncoming lane, no discernible lane, or even in moving in the opposite direction
on your side of the road, one must be vigilant and not easily startled. And the
dotted line lane markers—what were they thinking? The road to town starts out
as two lanes then goes to four, with through traffic often switching from left
to right lane, and left turn lanes suddenly appearing and disappearing. You
have to be in the know, and generously allow others to go with the flow as
well. All very interesting.
People are absolutely lovely. Being calm and kind are
national virtues. Imagine. People smile. The marvelous mix of Malay, Indian and Chinese
ethnic groups makes it such a very rich and interesting place. Most people
speak English as well as Malayan AND either Hokkeinese (Chinese) or Tamil
(Indian). Makes communicating easy and sets the stage for a world-renowned variety
of yummy food offerings, which also happen to be CHEAP. Oh yes!
Seen: Dark haired ethnic South Indian woman in a t-shirt
reading: “life is better blonde”.
