Touring Langkawi

Today the whole dorm rented a car. Well, a station wagon really. A Scotsman, a Peruvian, a Tasmanian, four English and me. Magnus, Rafael, Michael, Elzie, Jo, Gemma, Tom all formed the first National Lampoon's Langkawi Vacation. Eight of us piled in a station wagon, our first stop was up the Langkawi cable cars for a panoramoic view of the island. The cable car cuts a sharp angle up and down the mountain. I got scared at certain points and I'm not that frightened of heights. The car moves up the mountain attachd to the cable rather than along it which surprised me.

On the top of the mountain there is a bridge extending out into the mountains and surrounding fog. You can see Thailand from up there and get a reflexology foot rub. Nice! The highest two viewing points are up stairs above the bridge and get a nice breeze. Back down the mountain on the cable car, I had my bad to the descent. At one point, I turned around and almost lost it. Looking behind you through glass to find nothing but a steep fall, my feet tingled and stomach dropped.

We stopped for lunch in a small Muslim village. The first group ate most of the food at the only stall that was willing to serve scantily clad foreigners. Jo and I tried a few other spots that all claimed to be finished for the day. We stopped at another stall where a nice woman had cabbage, bean sprouts, carrots, garlic, chicken on ice and three kinds of noodles. Sounds good to me. She added in some chilis to spice mine and it was delicious. We were happy to have waited. The first group had only fried stuff.
Next stop to the seven wells, we hiked up a few hundred steps to a waterfall we'd seen from the cable car ride. A huge tree off to the right had been uprooted whole and landed on a shelter. Only, the tree didn't look like it could have fallen on its own. It looked like someone (God) had just yanked it out like a weed and crushed the shelter with it. The wells were chilly and it rained a bit but the view was nice as was being in nature.

We watched the sun go down at a beach on the top of the island. We affectionately named it shit and shells beach. Looked like the cows fancied it as much as anybody. There was a swing, too, which made Elzie happy. So, sunset, good fun, Skol beer and a soccer ball. What else do you know in life? Oh, yeah! Maybe a sarong. Tom and Magnus had picked up a couple for themselves in the Muslim village, donning their new purchases as the sun went down,
proud to be in skirts.

As the sun said goodnight, our evennig began. Back to the dorm for a shower (for some of us, myself included), we set off for the beach for drinks and then on to several bars. Dancing, drinking. Ladyboys. Gays. Straights. All having a ball.