After our perpetual Bangkokian feeding frenzy the train brought us into the palm fringed sunset, destined for…
…Georgetown, Malaysia, where we woke up the next morning.
Georgetown is a stunning colonial haven with UNESCO status on the island of Penang.
I imagined its colour scale being more like a mix between Indian and Chinese influences (the majority of Georgetown’s inhabitants) rather than typical colonial…
…with beautiful dirty marsipan shades. I liked the thought of that anyway, since I feel a bit guilty about being so fond of colonial aesthetics. I guess it’s not politically correct enough, at least not for someone from Stockholm.
Anyway, if you feel really, really guilty about it, you could always wander off to the christian cemetery and spit on the graves of the former colonial masters (kidding!!!). I, however, did not feel that guilty but was more intrigued by the cause of death of some, imagine if you could be let off that easily about a diagnosis today. I’m tempted to just diagnose all my tricky cases with jungle fever, it would make my life so easy. And apparently some just expire, even easier!
Georgetown is famous for its abundance of street art.
But I was more impressed by some of the eerie derelict buildings, I just love when nature invades any constructions made by man, like some floral vindictiveness against civilisation. Oh dear, I better go eat before I come up with a full science fiction novel.