I remember describing George town as my least favourite place in Malaysia when I sent an e-mail home. It's just as well that I had the luck to go back there 3 years later for a second opinion and I enjoyed it a lot more.
I seen more rats in the first day around the open drains than in the previous 29 years of my life put together. It was also the only place in Malaysia that I didn't feel safe walking round at night. The accommodation was the cheapest on the whole trip for good reason....loads of motorbikes coming past all night!!!!!!!
Went to the top of Penang hill the following day for a great view of the city and didn't get back until it was dark.
Then it was the last day in Malaysia, a group of us went out drinking at night. Typical that the time I get a chance to have a good night out is when I have a bus to catch at 5am. I left at midnight despite them trying to keep me out for longer.
I left the following morning after spending ages trying to wake up the very person who was trying to get me to stay out longer....he was still blind drunk!!!!!!!!
Crossing the border into Thailand was a massive change. The plant life and landscape was the same but nothing else. I was amazed and shocked at the sight of a family of 5 crammed onto the back of a little motorbike with no crash helmets. The people looked different and the religion/culture also completely changed. It was not until I crossed from Egypt to Israel in 2010 that I noticed such a change going over a land border.
On one hand it was an interesting journey but on the other it was a nightmare. We got dumped at a travel agents about 4 times in order to change minibus each with at least 30 minutes wait. I had made the classic first timers mistake of booking transport through my accommodation instead of the official way. The last half an hour to Phuket town I was the only westerner on a bus full of school kids!!!!!!!
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