Sun 1st July Crossing the border was thankfully easy and simple. We queued up outside Malaysia Immigration for our exit stamp. On the coach, round the corner and inside the Thailand Immigration centre for our Thai entry stamp. Our arrival/departure cards being filled out for us made it quick. They had to double check about mine as Ireland was put down as my nationality (oversight I guess/just copied Frank's). Through there, then waited a few minutes for the othe...

Weds 27th Arrival in Butterworth, off the bus and wait for a local Rapid bus to get us to the port, we all bundle on. Most of us were backpackers so it was easy to follow the crowd. One girl managed to get her bag stuck in one of the bus doors, a feat in itself really. We buy a ticket each and wait for the next ferry, 15 mins. The sail reminded us of the Star Ferry in Hong Kong. Off and on our way, on a rather humid afternoon through Georgetown and eventually fi...

Cooked Breakfast pancakes and banana for me. Scramble egg, toast and sausage for Frank. Both with proper mugs of tea. Get in! We booked a full day tour the night before and our guide for the day was Won, he picked us up first. Then Steph (from Manchester) and then Matt and Suzi (Germany). Our first stop was out to the tea plantations. Tea BOH, short for 'Beauty Of Highland', own the tea plantations in the highlands. Won explained which parts of the leaf are used...

Mon 25th So hung over! I crawled out of bed (twin bunk room) to get down for breakfast - Frank by comparison was fine! I chose toast, thinking it was probably the only thing I could stomach at that stage, although I was gutted I couldn't indulge in the great Malaysian spread I had been looking forward to since Kuantan. However I couldn't even chew that much! My mouth was as dry as the dust heaps on the hot pavement. The term that sprung to mind was 'hangin'. I n...

Sun 24th Arrival from Kauntan off at TBS bus station, where we bought our onward tickets to the Cameron Highlands despite the efforts of a woman (who'd made a nuisance of herself on the bus earlier) trying to push in. Frank was having none of it. On to the train, then off, and into Mingle hostel to check in where we met a chap called Will (from Syria) who had been living in KL for the last 7 years with his wife. He told us he likes to vaccation at the hostel ev...