Adventure Babies

To refuse awards is another way of accepting them with more noise than is normal.

OOOH YEAH!! I want everybody to freak out, freak out! The Macho Man is right here and I'm gonna take it to the limit, yeah!!"- so we are in Penang.. Georgetown is really interesting much more authentic chinese culture and style than in Singapore or KL lovely old colonial buildings and forts combine with old Chinese temples and lovely Chinese style housings. The gently crumbling but largely intact shophouses of George Town offer a glimpse into the town's colonial times; a time when it attracted pirates intellectuals, merchants and prostitutes. (last night saw two lady boys with knives sat on the corner of Love lane) yesterday we got a rickshaw around the city with an old man who was very mch into giving us his life story from the third person... took us to a lovely temple called Leong San Tong Khoo Kongsi where they filmed a film called Anna and the King and then to an old fishing village built on stilts stretching into the sea and where the Chinese have lived for centuries... very fascinating abit like stepping back in time... wooden houses,stilts, just the swell of the sea and stench of fish, the city seemed to be far away. Rach and i both had an amazing time with this old man and his stories we were sad to leave but he probably gives the same story to hundreds of different people every year and is probably plying his trade as we speak.... spent one nightime having a cobra massage with babyoil in my room at 1 am!!! to release the power of the cobra from a man called crazy doc banazonooka it was good... he said that rach would outlive me, and that i will have 3 children...... shoulders are good... but neck is weak... must sleep without a pillow on a hardbed.... must eat bananas and avoid ice............ fish/fairy.blogspot.com::::: A round man cannot be expected to fit in a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape.

So..... we went to the Batu caves to gaze at Hindu deities and suck driplets of water from inside the earth. Went with our friend Siva who also took us out for dinner with his family where we tried shellfish and indian cuisine. Next day we ate with our hands in delicious local South Indian restaurant and i made love to the stars..... in a fusion of indian cuisine and sweetest kisses with blu scruffy and the spectacular Rachel Danielle Summers... who i love so very much.. if you would like to see this look at the photos it is very beautiful.

oh well.... the don't forget seafood.. as in the name of that frog infested shit hole filled with expat offshore oil drillers has come back to haunt me and the rach master jizzy.. with a ms vengence... rach comes down with severe pain in the stomach... suspected pancreatitus....... spend days with trips to local clinic where mr woo plays wobble wobble with his jenga in between putting rach on a drip...... we followed the rabbit-frog down hole... and we got burnt... rach admitted to gleneagles!!!! private hospital. where they are more concerned with paperwork and the parting of cash..... before the latent threat of treatment becomes a real reality... spend lonely night apart, rach in bed with another man...... blue scruffy mix master timmy!!!!!! while i get drunk at local bar... she recovers, out next day just a stomach infection... now we take it easy... but want to get out of kuala lumpur badly./... more cautious with the food but it is difficult to avoid hawker centres... maybe avoid white meat.... meet siva malaysian man with family... we go to his house to watch the football on sunday and get drunk with his family... he likes thai grass.. and drinking so sounds good to me.... convalescence in KL then outta here... this place to0 small now, the city shrinks as the imagination expands... i'm more enticed bout getting off the beaten track now than ever before... looking forward to taman negara. orang asli villages and indochina.... got a 2:1 on my degree and a first for my dissertation.. rach is much better now and we can get on with our holiday................

spent week on tropical island called Pulau Tioman. Went snorkellng with thousands of fish and canoed out to secret white beaches with only monitor lizards and monkeys for company. Spent evenings eating with the locals at the restaurants and drinking beer in the BB shack. One day we did the jungle walk to Juara, passing through a jungle we inhabited only by ourselves, our way blocked by falling trees, monkeys armed with coconuts and devious snakes with martian faces and poison hearts. Went swimming in fresh waterfalls and plunge pools and slept devilish nights in unbearable heat. The heat and humidity is difficult to get used to, at times oppressive, the cool ocean breeze is our only relief. Today we headed to Cherating half way up the east coast. A rustic lil town with a strange mis-mash of styles. Our chalet resembles some sort of pioneer's nebraskan farm house complete with stove....................................................................................................................................... then we head to beach , further to a bar hidden in the woods called the half moon at half past four...... the deadly nightshade....... an occultish, macrabre cottage with splintered ceiling that resembles some kind of new england hut, complete with pictures of ghouls, phantasmagoria, witchcraft collections and jagged almost incongruous trees that seem more artic than tropical... ............................ i drink two beers....... it cheap.... an offshore oil 'fisherman' called alan from great yarmouth drinks with our cambodian host.. from siem reap... ... he is mildly polemic in conversation but not enough to make me uncomfortable.......... the surroundings strange enough to save me from any yarn.... the beer making it more interesting than it would be.......... normally when i'm not drunk..... tomorrow we will try batik, a traditional malay form of art using wax and waterpaints..... maybe some horse riding.... booyakashah......... or even some turtle watching/voyeuring.....................................................................................................................................................................................