I'm going away for a few weeks of scuba diving and exploration in Thailand, so I thought I'd leave you with an article I wrote for Air Niugini's in-flight magazine about scuba diving in Sipadan. You should be able to zoom in sufficiently to read the text.
I hope you enjoyed it - please leave a comment - and I'll see you when I return in time for the festive season.
Mention Kuala Lumpur and the iconic Petronas Towers spring to mind.
Although a visit to the towers is pretty much mandatory - I wanted to see some market life too. My time in KL was limited, but I managed to find time to explore Chinatown's Petaling Street.
I have to confess that these market stalls didn't excite me too much.
But the area had quite a vibe and seemed popular with the tourists.
Although there were plenty of locals too.
Ultimately I became more interested in the clash of old and new architecture than the market stalls.
Back near my hotel, close to the Petronas Towers, this covered eating area was full of locals with not a tourist in sight (which is a good indication of authentic food). I adore eating in simple eateries with the locals. People are almost always surprised and delighted when foreigners choose to eat in their establishments. It was a good decision because the unpretentious service was great and the food was utterly delicious!
I should have time to squeeze in one more post next week before I go on my travels in December.
Following on from last week's post - our next big city was Marrakech.
Finding our way to the car park where Motorhomes can park overnight
was a nightmare. My navigator role was tested to the limit – as was my driver husband’s. How he held his
nerve as we kept teetering on the verge of being killed, I’ll never know. Imagine a cacophony of cars, mopeds, tuk-tuks,
bicycles, trucks, buses and donkey carts - all ignoring the marked lanes, no
indicating, no entering and exiting round-a-bouts correctly, jumping red
lights… you name it – they were doing it.
And that’s not forgetting the pedestrians stepping into the
road whilst looking the other way. Inshallah
that they make it to other side.
We were almost hysterical – but found the whole challenge
I could hardly believe it when we found our car park. We
were directed to a quiet location round the back next to a lean-to containing sacks of garlic.
A few men were
sitting in the shade opposite us. After we’d settled in, we gave them French
walnuts in exchange for tiny glasses of teeth-clenchingly sweet tea.
In the heat the pungent smell of
the garlic was rather overpowering.
We were a short walk from the main action in the famous Marrakech
square: Jemaa el Fna (spelt how you will!)
There were African drummers, snake charmers, men with
monkeys and hawks, women offering to paint Henna patterns on my hands, fortune
tellers, storytellers, clowns, dancers, singers and beggars.
The hustling was good natured and friendly.
At dusk the food stalls cranked up the action. Tagines,
couscous and kebabs were all on offer. We chose a non-touristy stall and ate
‘Arabic’ soup with small wooden ladles and sweet sesame pastries called
Mint is massive in Morocco. We saw the aromatic herb being sold everywhere.
We returned the following morning. Things were much quieter,
with people restocking their stalls.
All in all, the iconic square in Marrakech is an unmissable
stop on any itinerary to Morocco whether you’re in a Motorhome or not.