Listening to the call to prayer over the urban sounds of Penang, Malaysia
Beautifully multicultural Penang,
Leaving my mark on the world, however temporary (at Ao Nang Walking Street)
I awoke to a rooster’s call. It was 6:00 a.m. and muggy, but the air was cool. I had been sleeping on a mat on the floor under mosquito netting. I had one of those “Where am I?” moments.
Then I remembered, we had stayed with a family the night before on a rubber tree farm in Southern Thailand. Yesterday, the father walked us around the neighborhood and showed us the rubber trees. Then, the mother cooked us an amazing dinner with curry, sweet and sour chicken, vegetables in oyster sauce and tom yum soup. The youngest son did what children in any culture seem to do: he showed us his toys and assessed our potential as characters in his imaginary world.
What a fantastic experience. As I awoke to the sound of the rooster, I remembered the family was Muslim, and out of respect, I put a shaw around my shoulders before starting my quest for a morning cup of coffee.
Khao Sok National Park
You’re in the jungle, baby!
Well, it hasn’t done much but rain during our two night stay in the jungle, so all I’ve been doing is reading and eating pad thai – which is kind of nice, but I’ll be good and ready for a serious kayaking session if the rain ever stops!
During dinner, the power went out and we were told it probably wouldn’t come back on tonight. Fortunately, wifi came back on with the generator and I was able to download a book and a flashlight app (why doesn’t this come standard on the iPhone?) before heading back to my bungalow.
So, I have to say, walking to my bungalow – alone, in the dark, in the rain, through water to my shins, with the sounds of the jungle all around me – was kind of creepy! Thank goodness the hotel staff assured me if my room needed to be evacuated during the night, they would wake me up.
As I entered my bungalow bathroom to hose off my feet, and saw a cockroach scurry across the title floor, I just said, “eh, you’re the least of my worries” and promptly found my way under the mosquito netting to try and sleep a bit.
Oh, if only mosquito netting kept out centipedes…
Khao Sok National Park
So this is why they call it a rainforest!