Sunday 26th January
Australia Day!
And we are not in
Australia…
But the five of us
– James, Bron, Pete, me and now also Jabba – will undertake to behave in as
Australian a manner as possible as we leave Rebak marina, fill up with fuel in
Kuah, make our way through the efficient and courteous Customs, Immi, Harbour
Master and set off for new adventures on our way back to Phuket.
Pete got separated
from the rest of us and found himself, in the queue-maze, with eight VERY tough
young chaps between him and us. Just ask them to let you through, said
James. They look friendly!
(As it turned out their appearance was deceptive. One of the gang had to ride in our little cablecar, and he tried very hard to be polite and speak English, of which he did not know more than two words. When I found the whole seven of them at the lookout, I took their cameras as they posed against the viewty
and took photos for them – they were wreathed in smiles, no longer fearsome.)
The cablecar trip was fabulous. It is, apparently, the steepest ascent of its
kind in the world. All very solid and
safe, Austrian designed, built and maintained.
We oohed and aahed and admired it all very much.
and took photos for them – they were wreathed in smiles, no longer fearsome.)
A slither of our new friend, going UP |
Next, after a
quick look at the resident tiger, we had a delicious lunch at Telaga Harbour,
then back into our Mr Din car – perfectly OK except it had no first gear, and
very little grunt. Across the island to
the galleria Perdana, which we thought James, Bron and Jabba would adore. They probably didn’t but…Pete and I loved it
all over again and I took many many photos which will be inserted, at random,
in this blog over the days to come.
Fruit juice served in cute bottles |
A quick trip to PL
Soon Huat, our favourite Langkawi “supermarket” to stock up on coffee, cheese,
blackcurrant juice (no scurvy on 2S) etc etc and then – back to Rebak on the
6pm ferry!
We had a quick
swim, a quick cocktail at the beach bar, then a beautiful relaxing dinner in the
resort.
On the way back –
a fierce game of Jenga, a bit of music from the cheery Philippino “band” then –
bed at midnight…
Jenga Jabba |
Jenga Pete |
Ah, now the photo of the feet makes sense!
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