Rumblings of a marketing man on tour…

The local death trap. Or taxi (that would have helped my feet)

So, I somehow manage to start the day with my brain unable to make my legs work and really hurt two toes by bending them back the wrong way flailing about the bedroom in the dark like a compete idiot.

Bumpy landing, near bowel evacuation at turbulence and hey presto, hello Penang.

Stomp about all day (tick box tourism list, temple, temple, mosque, old colonial building, museum, etc) all great fun. The gayest Chinese-Malay tour guide in all the world, but more on him later…

Remember Portugal in the 70′s? Loads of old cars, traffic, no pavements. Or unfinished pavements?

Well, smart arse here was precariously balanced taking a lovely arty shot of the open sewer / lack of pavement, and wham. I go arse over tit, hit the deck, and land on my (by now very sore after 6 hrs of being walked on) pained toe from this mornings incident.

Nobody saw. Dignity almost intact…

Wearing some trainers that are comfy, but a bit past it (and cursing / blaming them, snot my fault obviously), I go into a shop to try on some new ones.

See some nice sandals.

Socks off, and there’s my big purple headed warrior screaming up at me, LOOK WHAT YOU DID FU@KING DID TO ME YOU CLUMSY IDIOT!

Swollen lots.

Cut inbetween both toes. And now I know its there, pain increasing tenfold.
Smarting a little, I hobble to my 5 star hotel to check in looking a little shabby (up since 5am, walked in heat all day, fallen lots, sweaty etc), and a stray pen decides to burst in my pocket as I get to the desk…

I obviously haven’t noticed, before touching everything in sight, the desk, my white top, my grey trousers which are filthy from the fall. Oh, and rather handily, my face. Was like Iain does an audition for the minstrels at the Shangri La.

Quite a first day in Malaysia. God knows what tonight will bring! But I’m hoping for something hot, strong, and spicy with real kick.

Iain is off for a local (curry obviously)

My aunt is knocking on a bit. Arthritic. Huge house, hard to heat, wants to move, doesn’t help her arthritis. My Uncle, has a list of wants, with view being at the top.

Well, something tells me this isn’t what he was looking for, but when I pulled back the curtains this morning, I did gawp for a while…

My office block

Looking at this, you might be able to see whiy the locals call it the gotham city building.

There is a story behind the mental rich man that owns it, will tell it when i have more time. The champagne bar in the lobby still makes me gawp, I must NOT use it every lunch, or no work will be done in the afternoon…

So, that’s one portion of the view, the other is of Arab St. and a rather glorious looking mosque, which is where I am off to wander round next…