After a night’s rest, I couldn’t wait to get back on a scooter and explore the south side of Penang. We decided to do another day with our friends, Audrey and Bastien on the motorbike. Feeling more confident and with the sun out, Emma and I rode ahead on the way out of town. It took less than 5 minutes and we had lost our dear friends. With no phone, map, GPS or clue of where we were, we now started a new mission, “Find our friends”. We asked people and rode around Georgetown, but no sign of them. I was annoyed, knowing our chance of finding them was very…
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Finally, off the tourist trail
To get around Penang and see the island, we decided to hire some motorbikes / scooters. The first guy, sent us away after we didn’t immediately agree to his price so we went to find the mysterious Happy Ken. We were told he roams around a few cafes and the streets. We saw a few bikes with a “Happy Happy” sign. When we found him, he was quite a character. A short while later we had two scooters for 25RM plus 50RM refundable deposit each with no paperwork at all. I hesitated a bit getting on as this would be my first time and we were heading straight into Malaysian…
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Riding a Motorbiking in Malaysia – The day I thought I was going to die.
Let me preface this by saying that yes, I am quite spoilt. I have driven in cars all of my life, gotten an education, and had food in my belly (at all times) but nothing had prepared me for the fear I felt today. Today, we rode on a scooter. With Bastien and Audrey, we hired two scooters (automatic motorbikes) – with the males driving. I wanted to drive too but the Scooter Man, a chap named, Happy Ken (a very, very, happy chappy) just yelled, ‘No ladies, no ladies’ when I challenged him and asked him why I couldn’t drive it. Blah. (Later in a grassy car park near…
