Malaysia 2013: Pangkor Island
For me, traveling in a foreign country is not complete without a trip to one of its beaches. Last year, I had the chance to see Pattaya in Thailand. See, because I didn’t swim. It was a refreshing experience, nonetheless. Researching about Malaysia’s beaches during the planning stage of our tour this year, I was overwhelmed with the many mesmerizing ones I discovered. One that I was trying to include in our trip was Langkawi, but it was like a day of travel by land from Kuala Lumpur, and considering our very limited time, it would just eat up our time in this country. The nearest to KL is Pangkor, and I can say, no matter how short our time there was, being in this serene island is the best part of our Malaysia experience. Want some proof? Let me just get visual one more time.
We stayed at Nipah Bay Villa. The streets had this very laid-back feel despite the obvious commercialism in the area.
Of course, a tour won’t be complete without some of these items. We already bought a lot of souvenirs in the city, and we somehow regretted it because the items here were way cheaper.
We had one of this fried for our dinner while listening to some local troubadour. MR28 or PHP380. A bit costly for us, but the cheapest in the bunch.
After our breakfast-slash-lunch-slash-snack when we arrived at the island at around 3PM, we did a little island hopping. For MR15 or PHP200 per person, we were taken to some interesting spots. We had our swimming and picture-taking time in Coral Island. Thanks to our nice boat guy who helped us climb and go down the steep and slippery sea boulders. He also tried teaching us how to snorkel, but I was a little child too scared to swallow some sea water.
See the crocodile?
How about the turtle? The two above are the same rock or boulder. Its front and back sides.
Some fish feeding.
Passing by some scenic views.
My favorite shot.
I wonder how a tree like this can grow on sand.
At dusk, the waves got a little stronger. My friend realized later on that her slippers she left somewhere were already gone.
A friendly hornbill.
Best in rope climbing and swinging.
The child in us.
I thank these two for being the wings in my travel. And we vowed that we would “fly” some more.