15 days and 5kg heavier

It was rather strange going back to Malaysia as a foreigner like we did.



After a gruesome 10 hour flight on Malaysia Airlines, I swore never to ever fly MAS again. The service on this particular flight was terrible to say the least. To begin with the food was horrible. We were served Malaysian food on a Malaysian airline but was nothing like what it was supposed to taste like. Next, two toilets on a 777 were closed off because the crew decided to use two of the toilets as rubbish bins. Lastly, the crew could not even speak decent English, given that a majority of Malaysians spoke decent English, albeit with a Malaysian accent. What an image that would portray to foreigners!

Despite the gruelling 10 hours, Ashwini was still all hyped up as the games and movies on board were excellent.



First and foremost, food! We were spoilt for choice. Two weeks was definitely not enough as there were more variety than we had room for in our stomach.









All this only goes well with a tall glass of teh tarik.



... or a cup of kopi tarik kau kau kurang manis.



One for the road... we just had to have banana leaf rice with all the frills and eaten with fingers...



Although Anil's version of eating with fingers was not quite what I had in mind.



Ashwini decided to use a fork and a spoon, so that she can enjoy her meal.



My all time favourite drink which I have yet to find in New Zealand.



Malaysian roads were fantastic but the problem with Malaysia was the drivers. No one seems to follow road signs, that is when you were able to find signs. A 2 lane street immediately became 4 lanes when speed fell to 40kmph. And when it fell to below 10kmph, you could not recognise a lane, as it was free for all.

I was wondering which part of "No parking" that this particular driver did not understand.



We were trying to find our way to KLCC, a major landmark in KL where the Petronas Twin Towers were located. Signs were visible from quite a distance from the city. However, as we approached the towers closer to the city, the signs were contradicting. One said take a right turn so I kept right but 50m before the actual turn, it said take a left. Then all signs for KLCC suddenly vanished only to reappear after we missed the towers. There were sign boards erected but a nice looking lamp post planted right in front of it. Then some smart Alec planted a tree right in front of the lamp post, making the sign way up front totally not visible.



We were Malaysians and had trouble finding our way around. Imagine what a foreigner would feel like driving in KL. At one point, I thought finding my way in Bangkok was a lot easier!

When we approached the towers, it was totally worth the trip, despite getting lost a few times. The imposing towers were fantastic, especially at night. Despite living in Malaysia in the past, we never made it this close to the towers nor have I taken photos of the towers. Father and son had to lie down on the road to get a good shot.









I soon realised that it was not only the signboards on the streets that were confusing. On our way back to New Zealand, I spotted this odd sign inside KLIA (Kuala Lumpur International Airport) where passengers were directed to the MAS Golden Lounge. Guess where it was placed and where it was pointing to? The men's toilet!



After 15 days in KL and 5 extra kilogram on me, not to mention the bags that was on the brink of being charged for excess baggage, we said farewell to KL.

My trip to Haast

The year 2009 looks like a year of travels for me. As far as work is concerned, I have travels scheduled across the country at least once a month and in some cases, more than once a month. I will be heading off to South Africa middle of the year, then there is the trip to the Pacific Islands and Australia after that. If all goes according to plan, might even be heading back to Malaysia later in the year.

As soon as we came back from our holidays in the South Island, I was off to Tauranga for a field visit. From one end of the country, I went to the other end, Haast. Not exactly the end but it is literally almost at the end of the road as far as the West Coast of the South Island is concerned.

I was taken aback when I arrived at Haast, a township with a population of under 300 people and not so many sheep either. The town has no cell phone coverage, so if your car broke down in the middle of the road you will not be able to call AA for help. The town is not on the main power grid so electricity is at best as good as it gets. There are several backpackers and campsites but one hotel, one restaurant and bar, one minimarket, one petrol station and that’s it! No banks, no ATM machines. A stroll down the minimarket aisles, I found no fresh vegetable or meat. So I asked a local how do you get fresh produce. The answer was rather simple – either grow it, hunt it or trade it.

One evening I went down to the beach and found myself sitting all alone for hours. Not a soul for miles and miles either way. You could literally be washed out to sea or fall dead and no one would have noticed. This is the perfect place to run away to. There is no cell phone coverage, newspapers arrive after lunch, there is only one radio station and sometimes you can hardly even tune into it. If you can't wind down here, there is no where else you could do it.

Despite the isolation or perhaps due to the isolation, the environment is pristine. The landscape is stunning. Nature at its best. There is a sanctuary a few kilometres south of Haast and if you wait patiently and don’t mind the constant stinging of the sandflies, you are bound to see at least several native birds. Take a drive down to Jackson Bay, where the road suddenly comes to an abrupt end, you are more than likely to catch a glimpse of the Crested Penguins that call this part of the country home.

Here are some photos I took while in Haast.







































This is just the beginning. There are still many parts of the country I have yet to see and am looking forward to seeing.

I am off to Northland on Monday.