Every day around 7pm the magic starts to happen. The sky starts getting on fire, meanwhile thanks to the low tide the beach becomes even wider. Small poodles of sea water add to the effect reflecting the sky like a mirror. There's so much space that even if there are quite a lot of people out to capture the spectacular sunset with all kind of cameras and tripods, you can have your 30 to 50 meters stretch of sand all for you.
Because I was Flashpacking in low season (Ramadan) and with the fact that I was looking for an accommodation for 3 weeks, I managed to bargain the price of a very nice hotel, the Langkawi Boutique Resort. Not really a resort, especially after having spent few days in the luxurious Berjaya Resort (see previous Langkawi post about it), but a lovely hotel nonetheless: huge room with balcony, lagoon style swimming pool, breakfast and wireless all day. And all this paying half of what I was paying for rent in Ireland.
The staff was exceptionally sweet. not only they offered me a very good service, but with some of them I became good friend too. When they were cooking something particular they would always send a plate to my room, and when I left they also sent me off with a huge box of end of Ramadan cookies! They also invited me to the cooking ceremony of Pulut, a sweet made of black glutinous rice, coconut milk and palm sugar. It has to cook in a giant pot on a open fire for 5 to 6 hours, and continually stirred.
People take turns, as you also need to stir the thing continuously. They took pictures of me stirring it for their magazine, then I went off and when I returned late at night they were still there stirring it!
So how did I spent those three weeks in Pantai Cenang? Well my typical day was trying to wake up in time for breakfast, looking after my blogs, lunches in little cafes often by the beach, relaxing by the swimming pool, dinner in some delicious Indian restaurant, drinks in places like Debbie's, a tropical Irish bar. It would have been the most tropical Irish Pub I've seen if only I didn't see the Tir Na Nog in Gili Trawangan, Lombok; the only where you have the sea caressing your ankles while sipping your drink.
And of course I've spent a lot of time reading the Books Travelling with me and thinking how I want this trip to end. The whole purpose of the trip was chilling, enjoying, but also find out not what I could do or what I could like to do, but what I would really love to do for a living. 8 months, 7 nations, and many books later I still don't have a conclusion, but I feel I'm really getting close to it, and the trip might end by the end of the year. So to know if and how it ends I'm afraid you'll just have to keep following McSilly's Adventures! And to make sure not to miss any post how about subscribing by RSS?
