Goes by in a blink.: Boarder Jumpers

Entering Malaysia

George Town.

George Town

Fort Cornwallis

To sit here and see the day to day life of strangers passing by, one can't help but think of how similar our lives must be. Traffic, screaming kids and a love for good food. Georgetown, Malaysia. What was once a stopping off point for trade being shipped between China and India has now become a melting pot for the Chinese, Indians and Malays that call it home. The streets are filled with incredible diversity and thankfully, all the signs and spoken language is in Malay and English. In the late 1700's, migrant workers from all around came here to find work when the British arrived. They worked to be able to send money back home. Now hundreds of years later, the streets still have the charm that was established here so long ago. Listed as a UNESCO World Heritage site, one doesn't have to venture far to see time frozen in its tracks. From forts to mosques this part of the Penang Province is truly stunning. Leave Georgetown and you'll find a modern skyline, with condo skyscrapers and gigantic shopping malls. Malaysia's push to be "modernized" is in full swing. Heck, even the Kernel is here with his buddy that clown (McDonalds). But stay away from these places and venture down the alley ways and you will find Malaysia's true beat and it tastes and feels great. Its people have been incredibly friendly and the food...ohh guys.. the food! Blend this much ethnic diversity and let them all open restaurants and food hawker stalls and the streets smell like they were paved with coriander, cinnamon and cumin.

One evening dinner we were surrounded by these guys. Luckily they stayed in the trees.

View from atop Penang Hill. We took a rail cart and quickly ascended to the height of 2'723ft. In one
way or another, people have been doing this since 1923 as a way to escape the heat of the day and enjoy the views.

Since our last update, Kelly and I have ventured south and then even further south. Ever creeping closer and closer to that line called the equator. We said our Goodbyes to Thailand. After 7 weeks this trip and another 6 prior to, Kelly and I have spent a combined 3 1/2 months there. Thailand is a great country and we finished it with some major ups and downs. For the ups, we found Koh Lipe. This stunning little island is only inhabitable due to a small fishing village that called it home when the Tarutao archipelago was given National Park Status. All other islands in this chain are uninhibited and will remain that way. It has been its blessing and curse. With the volume of traffic that flaunt to Thailand this hidden gem will soon become another Koh Phi Phi. I can only shed a tear when I think of what will happen to its coral life only twenty feet offshore. Fifteen years ago this place was only a whisper, one that only intrepid backpackers knew of. Unfortunately now, there is major destruction to the rainforest as people knock down and build up where ever they feel, with no real look to the future.

But while we were there we sure enjoyed it. We stayed at an Eco lodge, one that offered purified water for your own bottle, as opposed to giving you two new ones everyday. They also filtered and treated all sewage. Recycling shower water to water their trees and plants. It was a diving lodge and thank our lucky stars, Kelly and I showed up at the best time of year to dive. Neither of us had open water dived before, so we were both very excited. Our instructor was a young Spaniard with over 2000 dives. He and his girlfriend now live on Koh Lipe and are lucky enough to call it home. Our first dive was on the beach at a near by island. He told us this beach in the high season would be lined with long tail boats and people learning how to dive. I looked to my left and then to my right and counted how many other people were there. I did the quick addition and came up with four. Kelly, myself, our instructor and the boat Captain.

We got the hang of breathing under the water pretty quick and after learning all the required skills to be able to continue, we were off. Fish, Fish, Fish everywhere. Constantly being surrounded by small little ones to large schools of every type. We dived to a depth of 7 meters and covered some good ground as we inspected the reefs at our fingertips. We saw eels and giant porcupine fish. They matched our curiosity for each other. There were literally thousands of fish that we saw. My favorite was the Nemo's (Clown Fish). They stayed close to their spongy coral home, yet would come out to challenge you. They were a beautiful orange and white. It was always the large father that would challenge you, while his wife and kids would stay home. When we surfaced the bad weather had set in, so we were forced to head back to Lipe. After the rain delay we set out again to do our second dive. This time our entry would be the back roll off the side of the boat. Nailed it! We quickly descended and gradually got deeper and deeper, a total of 12 m, (40ft)!!! Our instructor brought us around this little island and we were in awe. Blown away with the clarity and with the abundance of life. Our visibility was 20 m that's 66 ft! We saw some cuddle fish! Our instructor tried to point out a sea horse, but we just missed it as it darted into some coral. We rode the current around the island and were down for 52 minutes. We will definitely dive again.

Before Koh Lipe was Koh Mook. We found a comfortable bungalow resort right off a beach and called it home for a week. We enjoyed the simple island life. Our resort didn't have much life or vibe to it, but we made friends with some couples from Czech Republic and Germany. We also came across an adorable little puppy. Most dogs in Thailand are free to roam and we came across this little guy on a walk to our favourite restaurant. He and two of his buddies ran to greet us and then followed us. Slowly, one by one, his friends left but he stayed right with us. We enjoyed dinner and he sat at our feet. We walked back to our bungalow and he followed us there. I decided that if we were to hang out with this little guy, he at least deserved a bath. I brought him in and watered him down. He wasn't to sure about the whole thing. We let him stay in our room for the night and the whole time he didn't leave the two little towels I had placed on the floor. The next morning he followed us to breakfast and soon he was off greeting all the other guest and mooching food. He was such a joy to watch chase birds. He had a trot like a bucking horse when he tried to run. It was full steam ahead, but his legs were all crazy like. Clearly he was still a puppy. His tail had been cut half off when he was a new born, probably as a sadistic stunt. (Lots of animals around here have broken and cut tails) Soon the little guy had made some new friends and was off following them around. Kelly and I finished breakfast and headed back to our room to get ready for the beach. When we got to the beach, we saw him hanging out with some guest as we headed into the water. We watched him follow them down the beach, as they were taking photos of him. All of a sudden a large pack off dogs came out of the trees and started charging him. The group of people just stood and watched and then walked away. He quickly realized he had nowhere to go so he laid on his side in submission. The pack surrounded and attacked. I knew as they were charging that they would try and kill him, so did one other person. We both charged out of the water and the two of us ran to challenge the pack and chase them off. I picked him up and he was in shock. His eyes were swollen and his breathing was staggered. He was covered in sand and then we noticed the blood. A large three inch laceration and we could see muscle exposed. No one at the resort could/would help. We found out that it is against Islamic practices to ever have dog saliva touch your skin. So for that belief, they do not ever touch dogs. I knew the lady that owned the restaurant we had been going to would help. We brought him up there and she put some styptic powder on and then we wrapped it in some gauze and tape. I thought for sure he needed stitches. But being on a small island, there are no vets and the only doctor was also Muslim. The next couple days were extremely tough on Kelly and myself. Coming from where we do and both knowing how special dogs are, we did not want to just let it be and walk away. We thought about the nearest city (Trang) and bringing him to a vet. We contacted a non-profit animal shelter that was on Koh Lanta. They said we could take him there and that they would help. But he wouldn't be able to stay and we would have to take him back. The trip would be about 8 hours each way. We were very sad and spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to deal with this terrible situation. The next morning we removed the bandages and to my disbelief the wound was actually healing. We returned him to his house, made him a little bed and brought him food everytime we ate. Always making sure he knew not to follow us down to our resort. He has owners, but they are/were never around. They come to feed him once a day and then leave. Imagine you treating your dog this way? A puppy none the less! We were told by the shelter in an email that he is, believe it or not, one of the lucky dogs in Thailand who at least has someone who feeds him. We still think about him often and hope his wound heals and doesn't get infected. The lady at the restaurant said she would keep an eye on him. I named the little guy Mook. I miss Mook