The skies opened up throughout the night and the deluge continued even as we climbed aboard the ferry that took as over to Pangkor Island, however, luck was on our side as the rain finally gave up after just half an hour into the tour.
Once the ferry had docked, our group was led onto a dozen bright pink mini-buses and taken off to our first stop, an old Dutch fort where not much of the original structure remained. It was, however, a reminder of the interesting history which is very much a part of Malaysia.
At the top of the hill we took in a grand view of the entire valley, home to the temple.
We were told that this was a safe haven for any lost or mistreated animals which was good to hear. There was a huge pool with some extra large koi fish and another full of turtles. Monkeys often took refuge there as did any stray cats and dogs.
The tour took us anti-clockwise around the island and since the weather had cleared considerably, it turned out to be a very scenic trip along windy roads with beautiful coves and beaches.
| Not a job I'd want |
Our next stop was at a fish factory where dozens of obnoxious concoctions are dried, packaged and sold. The shop was chock full of exciting "must have" items such as dried jellyfish chips, yuck, dried shrimp this and dried squid that - none of them remotely appealing. I'm glad I wasn't born Chinese.
Lunch was the main attraction for the day. The owner of the Pangkor Marina invited us all to join him for lunch at a Chinese seafood restaurant on the island. This included all the participants of the Sail Malaysia Rally as well as all the cruisers with their boats up on the hard - there were over a hundred of us. Plate after plate of food arrived at each table as well as cool drinks and beer for all. What a spread. It was run by a tiny little old Chinese lady with no teeth but a vibrant spirit who danced around in delight.
The last stop was to visit a ship builder and this was quite amazing. These huge wooden fishing boats are built the old traditional way without any plans or instruments other than a chain saw and an electric drill (very recent additions). Everything is done by eye with the architect (an old Chinese gentleman) directing the laying of the all the timber beams individually. It's a tradition that has been passed down throughout many generations but, sadly he says, the young ones today are not interested and there is no one to learn the trade from him for the future.
Once we returned to the area of the ferry, we spent another hour wandering around the town which looks as though it could have been airlifted straight out of China.
Another great day to add to our memories.
PHOTO ALBUM:
| The skeleton |
| Tiny dried fish - I'd rather not thanks |
| The hardware shop? Hmmm. |