This meant of course such good food. The shops - blacksmiths, restaurants, junk shops - were tucked into dark pockets of the old colonial buildings that crookedly lined the windy streets.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Penang Ping Ping Ping
A long busride took us to Penang, an island in the NW of Malaysia that was a convergence of 3 different cultures: Chinese, Malay, and Indian.
This meant of course such good food. The shops - blacksmiths, restaurants, junk shops - were tucked into dark pockets of the old colonial buildings that crookedly lined the windy streets.
This meant of course such good food. The shops - blacksmiths, restaurants, junk shops - were tucked into dark pockets of the old colonial buildings that crookedly lined the windy streets.
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