Driving through Malaysia on the way to Penang Island
Sorry for the long silence, Gravyheads. The wheels kind of came off of the Gravy Train about a week and a half ago, when we started out on our first road trip together as a family, up north to the island of Penang. Our purpose of taking the trip was threefold: first, to introduce the Gravy Baby to the open road; secondly, so that the hubby could tend to some business in George Town, the capital; and thirdly, to eat our faces off with our friends Jeff and Meredith, who would be flying from the U.S. to meet us there.
Clockwise, from top left: what’s a sink doing on a sidewalk; the bridge to Penang Island; our arrival with the Gravy Baby; shutters and storefronts in colonial George Town; chappati (wheat bread) balled up and ready to grill; our favorite roti canai at our favorite little hawker (for a bigger view, click on the photo to enlarge)
The ride up to Penang was pleasant enough; roads in Malaysia are very drivable. We can’t read road signs here because they’re all in Bahasa, though, and to compound the situation, exits aren’t numbered and in most cases don’t even tell you which road the exit is for (instead, the sign tells you what city or destination that particular exit will lead you to). Thanks to our trusty marriage counselor/other person in our marriage, Samantha the GPS, we ended up where we needed to be.
