

Georgetown, Malaysia
After waking up from a good nights sleep, we headed down for breakfast at the hostel. The owner (his name is Charlie, but all the staff call him Uncle...so that's what we decided to call him also) greeted us with a hug and ushered us over to the breakfast table for tea and toast! He was hilarious as he was about 70 years old, 4 foot nothing with literally only one tooth in his mouth and for that reason could hardly speak a word, in Malaysian or English! We loved ...