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December 2013

Palau Pangkor, Malaysia

Following Malacca we took a bus back to KL and then on to Lumut, where we caught the ferry to Palau Pangkor, a small island on the Straights of Malacca.

We stayed at the Anjungan Resort, the most expensive hotel, outside of Hong Kong, on our entire trip, at $60 a night. And the place was misnamed. It should have been Faulty Towers. Right off the bat we had to switch rooms because the ceiling was covered with mold. The managing staff was surly,and refused to give us beach towels, and this, at a beach resort. The next day our AC blew a fuse three times before they allowed us to switch rooms, and then didn't offer to help us move our things, and I had to walk back and forth several times in the hot sun to switch keys at reception. Not that big a deal, but service was not their middle name, or their last name for that matter. Some of these issues could have happened anywhere, though in the most upscale place in Pangkor, you don't expect it. Mostly, it was their attitude that was the problem. Not exactly hostile, but Indifferent with a capital I. In short it was pretty much of a disaster, and affected our experience on the island somewhat, despite the nice beach.


The water was just short of bathtub temperature, but relaxing nonetheless, and Daddy's Restaurant, right on the beach, served up some tasty morsels and cold beer.

Dinner at Daddy's with the Gang

Fisherman at Sunset

This place is somewhat off the main tourist circuit, though as we found out, popular with locals from KL on weekends. On our last night, Saturday, it was quite the party scene, with an influx of food stalls and music on the "main drag." Though we were happy to leave after three nights, we felt fortunate to be on the island for this.

The Main Street Scene on Weekends

Nanette Chatting it up with Street Musicians

Crepe Maker

Muslim Female Bathers

Muslim Sand Burial

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Arrived in Kualu Lumpur, or KL as everyone calls it, and then on to Malacca the next day to meet our good friends from home, Bill and Debbie. Malacca was hot and touristy, though mostly with non-western tourists. There were Interesting shop houses among the many narrow streets, and a mixture of Dutch, Portuguese, and British architectural influences, in this once thriving port and city state. The city was more or less founded by Parameswara, a Hindu prince from Sumatra in the late 1300's. Now it is a mix of Indians, Straits Chinese, and ethnic Malays. The Chinese have been here some 500 years or so, whereas the majority of Indians did not come until after the British in the early 1800's. The ethnic malays are Austronesian peoples from disparate backgrounds, including south coastal Thailand, Burma, Borneo, and parts of what is now Indonesia.


In the middle of the day, we went for a boat ride on the Malacca River to cool off. Marginally effective, it was good way to see this former trade route.


In the evening we took a stroll along the river walk.


Another view of the river from a bridge downtown

Though I cut my toe on one of the very uneven sidewalks, we all managed to avoid this place.


The best part of the experience was eating at Amy's Nyonya Restaurant.


A very friendly Amy, who spent three weeks cooking at the UN in New York, helped select the dishes, which were a mixture of all the various cultural influences in this polyglot city.


It was a fabulous meal, though I can't remember the names of what we ate, nor can I adequately describe it. Her cousin, Florence Tan, has a cookbook which which I intend to purchase. It was so good we went back for lunch the next day. We also had a melt in your mouth tandoori chicken and naan in a more modest place, while sitting outside.

Yes, we saw the sites, but the food is what I will remember.

On the other hand, I couldn't resist a shot of this guy.


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Cham Islands, An Bang Beach and Village

An Bang Seaside Village:

Before coming here, we took the public boat to the undeveloped Cham Islands. We heard the crossing might be rough, but it was not a problem getting there and back.

Not our boat, but it was similar to this

The island we went to was beautiful, with snow white beaches, and the scruffy town also had a certain appeal.




The children were curious as they often are.


However, the people at our homestay were not particularly friendly. And they were intrusive, coming into our room, without knocking, to turn off the fan while they thought we were asleep. A bit weird, as almost everyone else has been so nice.

We are now staying in a bungalow just off the beach outside of Hoi An. The people are lovely. It is expensive compared to what we have been paying, but seems to be run in part to benefit the locals here An Bang "fishing village." Apparently the government gave the owner some money to start this project, after a similar ecotourism project in the nearby "vegetable village" was successful in attracting tourists for a woofing type experience. A local woman cooked dinner for us, which was quite good, and she gave me a mini-cooking lesson to boot. The manager, Phuong, told us she lost her husband and son two years ago, after a fishing accident. It is apparently quite common here. They fish in round boats that are essentially big baskets. It is easy to flip them, and get carried out to sea in the often rough waters.



Every morning at 5 AM a loudspeaker comes on to make government announcements. At times it is a weather forecast, and other times it is lecture about something the government wants to promote. For example they want to encourage people to have fewer babies as the population is exploding, and so one day there was talk about the importance of birth control. Phuong also said that sometimes they broadcast government meetings and trials that go on all day long. A bit like big brother. We have not heard this anywhere else except the Cham Islands. It is interesting, as everyone says the former head of the province was the best official in Vietnam. He has now gone to central government in Hanoi.

Encouraged by Phuong, Nanette gave a group of village kids a singing English lesson yesterday for about an hour. Twinkle Twinkle and other songs. The Hokey Pokey was a particular hit. They were an enthusiastic group , all different ages, though most seemed small for their age. Perhaps their diet is not adequate.



Some of them already spoke a bit of English, perhaps taught by other travelers like us. One self confident and obviously bright 11 year old girl said she wanted to be a tour guide. She and many of village children are quite engaging and seem eager to interact with us. Phuong thinks that learning English and getting involved with tourism may be their best hope to escape the hard life of fishing. Based on what we saw, some of the kids seem to have already figured this out.


The beach here is still largely undeveloped, unlike Cui Dai and the areas closer to Danang, which are full of big resorts. Right now there are just a cluster of low key seafood places that put out loungers during the day to attract customers. For a buck and a half their steamers in broth are hard to beat. We ate them everyday for lunch, and then enjoyed lying on their lounge chairs sipping 50 cent beers before going in for a dip. As with other beaches in Vietnam, the locals only show up at the beginning and end of the day.



Sitting on the beach yesterday, I was thinking about the people who died here less than 50 years ago. Now I am enjoying an idilic vacation in a place where GI's would come for R and R in between battles. This thirty mile stretch of sand between here and Danang was known as China beach during the war. It is hard to make sense of all this, looking out at the stunning South China Sea.

How do we account for these accidents of time and place?

How do we explain the atrocities that so many have perpetrated?

Perhaps the sea knows the answer.

The unforgiving sea, that also took the son and husband of our cook .

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Hoi An

We have spent a few days in this charming, though commercial city. For hundreds of years it was a major port, but eventually the river leading to the nearby sea filled with silt, and so the boat traffic moved up to Danang. Perhaps this was a good thing, as many of Hoi An's old buildings were spared modernization. Most likely, things will stay as they are, because now it is a World Heritage Site. Hoi An is chock full of tourists, restaurants, lanterns, and above all, silk tailor shops. Nevertheless the streets set aside for walking are blissfully free of motorbikes, at least at times, and the riverside setting is quite pleasant.




Hoi An has a vibrant food market in the center of town.




It is next to the river.


At night, the French colonial buildings are quite atmospheric.


As well as the boats along the quay.


Once again we had our own personal tour guide. Han, who had previously showed us around Danang, met us in Hoi An yesterday. We walked most of the city streets with her, and ate tiny snails, a local delicacy, as well as excellent ice cream. We also met her parents who live in town, and got to see her twin 14 month old nephews, who are as cute as can be.


It was a lovely day, as she got to practice her English, and we got to spend time with a local person who could show us the interesting Chinese meeting halls and other sites.


They also treated us just like family in the Hai Au Hotel, learning our first names immediately, and anticipating our every need.


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