It’s been a non-stop day of moving; at the crack of dawn we were in a bus out of the jungle (turns out that 2 hour boat ride wasn’t completely necessary), then into mini buses weaving in and out of traffic to the ferry terminal. At times like these it’s easy to miss the freedom of a campervan or car, but looking at the way the Malaysians drive, I think I’ll pass.
After the mini buses came the high speed “ferry” to the islands, which was really a oversized dingy, and we bounced/jolted over the waves to the tropical paradise island that is Perentian. The whole setup was very similar to Fiji, including the boat transfer to the beach and me worrying about bags going overboard. Leaving Caroline to bagsit, I wandered looking for a nice little chalet, skipped on the Guantanamo Bay-esque one (it was less than a tenner though…) and settled for the one with aircon, balcony and 70’s pink sheets. Sitting on the beach eating our dinner and having a beer, you realise all those hours on the move are worth it!