This day we woke up early, ate breakfast early, and were picked up early by the bus. The day's destination was Port Klang, which is situated about 45 minutes from KL. Port Klang is the name of the southern port (of three) of the city of Klang. As we walked out of the bus we were apparently immediately hit by a funny smell. I could not figure out what it was and Julie wouldn't know because her nose was not working properly. Because she was sick (and I would say she had no taste left) everything tasted good and smelled good to Julie while in Malaysia. I can normally handle smells, but there is a huge difference in smelling something bad, and taking the bad smelling whateveritis and eat it.
Anyway - We walked over to where the ferry was leaving, and the locals were looking at us like we just descending down in our spaceships from another planet... Now that I think about it, I should have put up a sign on my classmates saying "take pictures with a whitey from Norway for only of Ringgit". I would have made my first million in no time. But I didn't. And the boat came in all all beautiful, old and rotten. The boat was actually charming, as was the boat ride. The toilet was an attraction in itself.
On the way to Pulau Ketam (Crab Island) we went past many ships anchored randomly across the sea. There was even a floating gas station in the middle of them all:) Around midway to the island we saw something swimming far away close to the mangroves of a passing island. Some of the guys thought it was a crocodile, but as they showed they picture to Raja, he had to disappoint them and tell that it was "just" an iguana.
Right before we came to Crab Island, we stopped at a fish farm. They are nothing like Norwegian fish farms. It was truly an experience, hated by some, but loved by others. Arriving in Crab Island the rain was pouring down. We waited a little while, but figured it would not stop in any near future and ran for the nearest cover. One by one, people ran down the street and came back, triumphantly, with newly bought umbrellas.
It was a very fascinating place, Pulau Ketam. The island is not high enough above sea level to support normal housing, so everything is built on poles in the sand. The houses, the roads.. While walking down the streets, you could look down cracks and open holes unto the muddy ground, rubbish scattered all around us. No wonder some people tend to call this place "Crap Island", there was about an equal amount of crap and crab there.
After some quick browsing in the rain, everyone ended up at the place where we were going to eat, and we ordered drinks. Julie had a sprite for 2 RM, which is the equivalent of 3. 20 NOK. Food was brought to the table: rice with egg and vegetables, crabs, fish, prawns, something we don't know what was.. Julie is no fan of seafood, but the food didn't kill her, and as for me, I tasted some of it, and liked some of it, and spent the rest of the time amused over our teacher. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and she was hammering that crab like it never done anything but scorn her:P We finished our meal and Raja took us all on a guided tour of the "city". We saw houses looking like crap on the outside with widescreens on the inside, rats down at the muddy ground, a temple and a pond with funny turtles.
Julie and I went to the beach/port area and saw lots of crab and crawling fish. Of course, when we tried to film them, they stood still as a statue. We took the ferry back and most of us fell asleep. If anyone didn't, it certainly wasn't for the lack of trying. As we got of the ferry and onto the bus, many fell asleep there as well, as did Julie, but I was freezing too much to even think about it. Our next stop was a picture stop in Shah Alam, a mosque called Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Mosque, commonly referred to as The Blue Mosque. As it was, and still is, the month of Ramadan, we could not go in, but we took pictures from the outside as the building was very beautiful:) The mosque is apparently the largest in South-East Asia.
I seems we are sleeping all the time, on buses and ferries, and I can not figure out for the life of me why. But (from lack of sleep or other) I have managed to do some pretty silly things while here. This third day in Malaysia I discovered that Malaysians drive on the "wrong" side of the road. I am truly observant. After returning to the hotel, we met up with two others and walked to Central Market. CM is a shopping mall full of arts and crafts shops and some (at times) very annoying salespeople... We did some browsing, and I guess I had a go at some guy pestering us to buy stuff. Wuupsie.
Setting aside annoying salespeople, CM has a very interesting "commodity" for sale. For 5 RM (ca. 10 NOK), you can put your feet in what looks like a giant tub. With fish. Nibbling fish. Eating dead flesh off your feet fish. Julie was so not planning on trying it. I was so planning on making her do it. She did. And I did. And it was freaking hilarious. It tickled, and freaked Julie out (and I guess myself as well). Julie insists that even though she laughed, she was not amused, but she thinks it amusing that she has tried it. ;D
The evening ended with curry soup, Chinatown, and, yes, McDonalds.
This day we woke up early, ate breakfast early, and were picked up early by the bus. The day's destination was Port Klang, which is situated about 45 minutes from KL. Port Klang is the name of the southern port (of three) of the city of Klang. As we walked out of the bus we were apparently immediately hit by a funny smell. I could not figure out what it was and Julie wouldn't know because her nose was not working properly. Because she was sick (and I would say she had no taste left) everything tasted good and smelled good to Julie while in Malaysia. I can normally handle smells, but there is a huge difference in smelling something bad, and taking the bad sm
elling whateveritis and eat it.
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