Well there has been about a month of radio silence.
I took a some time off for life. For laundry, for doing piles of
dishes, for taking day time naps, for reading fluffy chick lit novels.
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| (our first dinner in Langkawi) |
I even wrote this teenage angst-y post about my fears and
insecurities, and not being funny enough for the six readers out there. And
then I deleted it. Because as boring as I can get, no one wants to read that
amiright?
SO LANGKAWI!
It was a beautiful island, very reminiscent of the island of
Hawaii (The Big Island). Huge, very green, very cultural, and very green.
Although Langkawi has a couple things that Hawaii does not.
- A very pugnant sewer system. A very well-ventilated sewer system. Meaning… about every two feet on every
sidewalk, there was a sewer vent. And 24 hours a day, hot, vomit/poop/rotting
food smells were spewed out into the world and made a very hot Malaysia even
HOTTER. Another plus? The grates were made of plastic. Plastic+hot steam+hot
Malaysian sun+ overall summer weather= THEY WILL CAVE UNDER YOUR WEIGHT. One of
my true fears was coming true. Every two feet, I would walk entirely around a grate.
- Prayer hour. At sundown every night for about
two hours, some sort of chant/song was blared over the loudspeakers across the
island. The first night, it was cultural and interesting. The second and third
night? Pretty much downright annoying. I know that sounds insensitive and
politically incorrect (although according to John, I am always politically correct. Unlike my hilarious and awesome
parents), but Emma and I would scream at each other across the table trying to
have a conversation.
- Men who will stare rudely and obviously at your
boobs and then take pictures of you. Your face may or may not be in them. Now
this didn’t happen to me (hello, I still have the body of a prepubescent 12
year old), but Emma is more gifted than I am and therefore attracted MUCH more
attention.
- A cable car that will make you whimper and squeal and momentarily contemplate upchuck.
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| Our incredible seafood BBQ dinner, Night 1 in Langkawi |
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| Fried rice in a pineapple boat and we each picked out our own fish |
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| Finished with drinks at a cocktail bar |
Onto the good stuff…
More than once, Emma would turn to me after seeing some random billboard for a tourist attraction and say "OOoooohhhh Tango!!! Can we pleasseeeeeee do that?!??" So when she suggested cable cars, I said "Sureeee Emma!" Not the biggest fans of heights where you can DIE but I rock climb, you know and what's life without a little danger?
We arrived to Oriental Village (PS. "Oriental" is not offensive in England. Emma went about three weeks referring to Asians as "Orientals" before some light shone through), paid our fee, and boarded the glass capsule of death. I'll let the pictures/video tell the rest.
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| death drop while you are enclosed in a tiny box. |
The motivating factor to start blogging again: sharing this video with the world. To accurately show you HOW much I was freaking out, I present the first of
The Summer Adventures- video series...
And yes, apparently stress impairs my vocabulary ("really" "really" "
really"...), math skills ("6,500 feet? Or meters?" Nope, both wrong), and British accent ("
If you want to?"). I will not be pursing a career in reporting, clearly.
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| At the top... 700 meters high (2,296 feet) |
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| Glass all around for maximum view/ scare factor |
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| Horseback riding through the jungle!! |
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| Emma's turn to freak out a bit. And our guide looks thrilled about life |
Overall, Langkawi was awesome... although I'm not quite sure I'll miss it. Next stop... Penang, Malaysia!!
