Chang brought his boat in for us, to give us a lift to the main beach instead of walking 1km to the immigration point with our bags on our backs. We had to check into the ferry office at 9am and we left our bags in their reception area until we had to leave. Edd got a massage as we had a bit of Thai baht to get rid of, and didn't want to lose the money in an exchange office; he'd also been complaining of back pain the last few days, attributing it to the beds mattress being too hard, the excessive swimming had nothing to do with it.

I went in search of breakfast and the clown fish fridge magnet I'd been eyeing out for a week. If there was a little bit of money left over, it was being invested in Edd's nemesis. I found my magnet at a chemist and bought some tiger balm while I was at it - the pot I'd bought in Kanchanaburi had last all this time, but was on it's way out now. I walked back and bought cheese and bacon toasted sandwiches with Cip; we walked back to the ferry office, walking past a local building site were the buildings were cracking open their first beers for the day. Crazy.

Edd was finishing up his massage when we got back, and a local guy told me it was time to go through immigration and get stamped out. I took both our passports, but was told that I could not get Edd stamped out without him present. I started walking back to the loungers we were sitting on, and the same local guy told me I had to hand my passport back to them. I enquired as to why and he ushered me inside to speak to the lady that had provided us with our ferry tickets.

I asked her why we had to hand our passports back to her and she said that she had to give it back to immigration; this was confusing to me as I'd just gone through immigration, I did not understand why they had to get my passport again, the situation was unusual; I was hesitant to hand my passport over to anyone, especially for reasons that did not make sense. She basically went ballistic for about 10 minutes before she explained that our passports had to be given to them to take on the boat with them, they needed to make sure we stamped out of the country and then actually left. This made sense, I understood, but she was having none of it. According to her, I had no right to ask why, she was going to have my exit stamp and ferry ticket cancelled. Nobody else asked why they needed to hand their passports back, it was her boat and she decided if people got on it or not.

After her 20-minute life spasm, which included her threatening me that she was going to have my passport cancelled and telling me I didn't understand English, my passport was taken in, to be handed to immigration and I resumed my position on the sun lounger. The woman was insane and my bacon sandwich was getting cold.

We got on the ferry at 10.45am and were pleasantly surprised at how nice it was. The speed boat to the island was horrendous, but this was a proper ferry, with actual seats. 1.5 hours later, we were in Langkawi, Malaysia.

We went through immigration again, gave them index finger prints from both hands and were given 90 day tourist visas - for free. We walked through the doors and turned left with the crowd; a cleaner stopped us and told us to go back the way we'd come, but no body was sure how to get out of the building. Eventually we realised we had to open the doors to the arrivals hall, where our bags were supposed to be scanned, but no one was there and the lights were off, which is why 2 ferry loads of people had walked past it.

We walked through the arrivals hall and out the other side into the duty free area where we drew our first Ringgits. I then enquired at an optometrist as to where we could buy tickets for a ferry to Penang and was told to go behind the KFC. We made a mission across the road, behind the KFC to the ferry ticket booths where we bought 3 tickets to Penang. It was 2pm and the ferry left at 2.30pm. Perfect timing. We then crossed back to the ferry port and went back through duty free and customs clearance, to the entrance to the next ferry. We got on board, dumped our stuff and got seats. This journey was double the time of the last one.

3 hours later, it was 5.30pm and we were in Penang. We had no where to stay, no internet and no idea where we were, so we walked into a coffee shop, got a cool drink and took advantage of their wifi.

After 40 minutes of searching, we decided to stay in the area for the night and Edd found a hostel 0.7km's away. We screen-grabbed the map and made our way to Couzi Couji hostel.

We almost walked past it as the doors were closed, but were greeted by a room full of western faces and were in luck: they had space for us! Edd and I got a double room and Cip got the twin. We also had ot pay a deposit for the room key, just in case we left without giving it back. The guy helping us at reception then lead us up 3 flights of stairs (the place was a bit of a maze) to our rooms. We didn't want to unpack our bags, so grabbed the few things we'd strategically left on top and had a shower, it had been a seriously long day of travelling and we'd lost an hour of our lives: Malaysia was 1 hour ahead of the other parts of Asia we'd been to. A black cat had come to join us in our room and we played and stroked her for a while as she bounced around our bed and then laid across it, purring like a motorboat.

At 7pm we decided it was time for dinner and we enquired as to the best place to eat in the area. Red Garden was hip and happening and just down the road if you took a left, then a right and then a left again. This was going to be interesting.

We took the round about way of getting there, stopping and asking at a different restaurant with the word garden in it, where the Red Garden was. It turned out we were in a street food type area with a large variety of things on the menu - amazing.

We ended up ordering Bryani dishes of chicken and cuttle fish (calamari, I was going to have to figure out why the same animal was called calamari, squid and cuttle fish, it seemed an excessive amount of names for 1 little animal). I also ordered prawn dumplings, I hadn't had any of those in a while; I almost didn't ordered anything as I there were shark fin options on the display table - the bunny hugger in me convulsed at the thought of how said fins were acquired: it was inhumane and down right cruel.

We finished our meals and headed back to our hostel in a less round about way than we had arrived, walking past cute street names along the way. Love Lane was the best street name I'd ever seen and had to get a picture! We'd enquired about a taxi at the hostel and got the impression it was a mission for them to organise. We were unsure as to why this was, but were assured they'd help us figure it out after we'd gotten back from dinner. We walked past a taxi stand and enquired as to how we could organise a taxi for 4.30am the next day. The man in charged explained the rates and the after hours charges to us and we booked him and his taxi after paying 1/3 of the fee as a deposit. We sincerely hoped we hadn't been duped and he was indeed going to rock up in the wee hours of the next day to collect us!

We got back to our hostel 10 minutes later, informing the guy at reception of our taxi booking, and went to bed. The music was seriously loud, even though we were 3 flights of stairs above reception - it was like being back in Otres, Cambodia.