The drive there was like 3 hours of constant music in a large air conditioned car. I swear I didn't even bother looking out the window except when I took these photos.
And this was the first view of the apartment building...
It's just one of the four balconies
And here's the nice view...
The interior design, or whatever it was, was also so well done! Apparently the previous owner was an Italian obsessed with Chinese type things or something.
A little bathroom selfie while being enamoured with the walk in wardrobe...
I absolutely loved this Audrey Hepburn pillow. There was a Marilyn Monroe one too, but I didn't take a photo of it.
And then there was downstairs...
A little action shot at the ping pong table. Just so you know, my uncle and I won that game ;)
Okay, so the rest of this trip may not be in chronological order, but I know that on the first night we went to some seafood restaurant where there was a pretty sunset and rocks and stuff. Honestly, the beaches of Penang aren't all that clean, but the lighting sure was nice.
Before all this we found a cute little broken down hideaway
And afterwards they decided to climb the rocks
I'm pretty sure the next day was New Year's Eve. There were fireworks all around, but the closest were the bursts of light coming from the hotel next door. My younger cousins all felt like giving up on staying up and were making a big deal about being tired at midnight, which was kinda cute and annoying at the same time. Here's some pics of the fireworks that I got.
And here's the night without the fireworks
I guess since one of my new years resolutions was to exercise more, the first day of the new year went well. We climbed a 5km track up Penang Hill which left everyone complaining with their calves aching. Listening to music and pushing myself up that hill made me feel healthy for the first time since I got to Malaysia.
So the road went on...
And everyone was dying...
And I took a mirror selfie
And there were monkeys
And finally we got to the top and it was foggy, but the view wasn't all that bad
Here's me looking at the view
The next day we explored more of the town or roads of Penang. There were all sorts of little hawker shops and temples, and the day was excruciatingly hot.
The street art there wasn't the usual graffiti with sharp lettering and deep messages and all that. It was more like a street art gallery, with walls of paintings and statues of copper resembling the political cartoons examined in my history classes. Some of the street art even incorporated real 3D objects into their painting.
I even got some art done on my own hand
I couldn't get over that for the next two days. It's like when you get your nails done really nicely, but even better. Whenever you read, eat or simply use your hand, you just stare at it.
There was also this place called the China Bar where they had some delicious looking, and tasting, cakes...
We got a heavenly salted caramel cheesecake for my uncle's birthday, and there went my new year's resolution, for a while anyway.
On some other day during the trip, possibly the next day, we went to some Chinese temple. Honestly, I found it really boring, but I guess it had a lot of cultural education too. Here's some photos.
It was some kind of ancestral list. Apparently my last name was up there, whether it means anything or not.
Parts of The King and I, a movie my mum loves, was filmed in this temple.
Haha a little rock and roll? ...
And us kids got so bored, we ended up sticking all our entrance stickers on our Koong Koong's (grandpa's) back, and we even got the rest of the family to join in...
But the best part of that day, by far, was the marvellous coconut ice cream.
And then we must've done something for the rest of that week. Although, I'm a little hazy on what exactly. I guess I just must've slept and swam a lot, only going out for food and to come back. I know that somewhere along the line we went to a Buddhist temple, and I discovered that like half my relatives are Buddhist
And I guess the rest of the time was spent hanging out with the little cousins, in our shared room, where I got really annoyed at times. But nah. They were fun I guess. My youngest cousin, the three year old, was so cute, but she's not in this next photo.
So there you have it. That was my trip. I know. It was like an overload of photos or something.