Roti with butter, roti with sardine and eggs and roti as is. Served with a fruit juice I’d never seen before – like guava but sweeter and less fibrous. Hokkein noodle soup, with thick noodles, pork offal, salty soy sauce and rich sambal. It was thunder-storming when we ate this. Served with a glass of herbal sugar cane tea. There’s no chicken or pork – a traditional char kway teow has sweet Chinese sausage, marinated clams and egg. Fucking excellent.Īlso surprisingly different from what we have at home. If fishy and sour founds offensive to you, you’re going to miss some thing amazing. It was fishy, sour and rich with big noodles and heaps of bits. This wasn’t creamy and oily like the laksa we get in Sydney. Tradition dictates that you dip your toast in coffee or poached egg. It looks just like buttered wonder white but it’s been toasted over hot charcoals and the kaya (Malaysian spread made with egg and sugar) is home-brewed for hours using duck eggs. The following was eaten all in one afternoon. Ru took me on a tour of Penang – sights, stories and the best and brightest tastes the island had to offer.
Now I think – did this all mean something? Am I connected to this woman? Why did this happen? Perhaps if I was more spiritual I would be more able and willing to answer these questions but as it is I am more than content to remember just as a great day. She was moved and thought to herself I have to meet this guy. Ru read what I wrote about love and saying goodbye. He had read my blog and told her to check it out. Ru told me later that, being a single woman, she felt a bit unsure about meeting a lone traveller but it just so happened that the other person I’d contacted was a good friend of hers. I had an iced coffee and used their wifi to contact Ru through a couchsurfing like network for bike tourists*. I got the ticket and went to wait in a cafe. Someone has just cancelled.” There was one ticket for the train in two hours, everything else was sold out for three days. I went to the next counter just to double check. When I went to the train station in Bangkok I was told all the tickets to Penang were sold out for three days. Just keep dancing and it will all work out. When it approaches you have to accept it with constant movement, so you are not swept away. Yes! She said – randomness is inevitable.
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“You have to keep moving so when the dots in front of you come you know how to react.” “You can see dots behind you,” she charades a line of points like an ellipses strewn across an empty page. Most startling for me, and probably for Ru as well, was her similarity to the book I just finished, Haruki Murakami’s Dance, Dance, Dance. There’s many things this can mean but Ru said it with exactly the same intent as my mum. One of her many philosophies was formed into the mantra ‘everything happens for a reason’, exactly what my mum says. As if her face and voice had magically reformed for a millisecond, like a subliminal advertisement imprinting my friend’s image subconsciously in my mind. Whenever she enthusiastically said yes, which she did a lot, it was the perfect image of a great friend of mine*. Most incredibly and surprisingly to me, Ru seemed to have all these strange links to my life. It was like I had suddenly stumbled into an epiphany factory – at every turn in the conversation – press, bang, whizz, shuffle, dot – my mind churning, working, creating – epiphanies rolling out on a conveyor belt, freely available for me to choose. Soon after that I was saying things I’ve never said – things I didn’t even know I could say – things I didn’t know about myself yet. Soon I was sharing things about my life I’ve barely told anyone. Her entire life was laid out in front of me bare and trusting like a naked body. If she had any smidgen of shame, embarrassment or fear I couldn’t tell – she opened up her entire world to me. The local I went to meet was Ru, a Chinese woman with lots of stories and even more ways to say yes. You could say that about most of Malaysia but this place seems to have some extra multi-cultural oomph. It’s beautiful, ugly and swamped by tourists. The island’s shore line is guarded by a line of sky-goading apartment blocks that bring less aesthetic value than a heap of roadkill but then a few blocks back there are pebbled streets hanging onto the last vestiges of their past.
The island half is a mixture of weathered colonial architecture, luscious jungle and rampant development. On the main land is a regular Malaysian town, blackened with car exhaust and quiet – the kind you would imagine crawling onto the side of a highway. The popular wedding songs application contains the most beautiful popular wedding songs, which contain a large collection of songs by popular artists.So much stuff happened in the last two days I’m at a bit of a loss of how to comprehend it all.
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