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The most enjoyable way to explore Malaysia’s laid-back islands, sizzling street food and historic towns is by train and ferry. Your fare? Just £95…
Roger Norum | Issue 120 | May 2011
It began as every great journey always should: with a lost ticket. At 14:27 sharp, I dashed out of my Bangkok hotel room and dived into a taxi bound for the 14:45 sleeper train south to Malaysia. When the car pulled up to the curb at Hualamphong Station 13 nail-biting minutes later, I scrambled out with my luggage onto the platform towards the old blue train braying on the tracks.
In the flurry of excitement that often surrounds international train departures – the deliberate packing of bags, the sourcing of bottled water and chocolate bars, the stealthy hoarding of hotel bath and hygiene products just before checkout – I had set aside my train ticket for safe keeping. That was wise. Only now, I couldn’t remember exactly where.
That was mutton-headed.
Pleading with the train staff resulted in little more than grunts, raised eyebrows and shaken heads. The crotchety conductors weren’t going to let me board without a ticket, and the last berth had unfortunately been sold the previous evening – to me.
And then, just as the besuited station manager probed his pockets for the tin whistle and green flag to announce our departure, a wily man in a white T-shirt sprang across the track in front of us. Out of breath, he handed me a brown envelope. I opened it, then stood there in disbelief. There was my ticket, stamped in bright purple with the ungrammatical admonition: ‘Valid Ticket. No responsibility in case of lost’. The concierge had discovered it in my room and sent a moped-powered messenger speeding after me to the station. Had the emissary arrived 15 seconds later, I would have been hitchhiking to Malaysia.
Of course, there is more than one way to get to Malaysia from Bangkok – such as aboard the coveted and absurdly lavish Eastern & Oriental Express, a British racing green luxury train with private cabins that let you pretend you’re living large in 1890s Siam or Indochina. Still, the E&O’s £1,330 price tag means that it’s not the kind of ticket you’d want to misplace. And since an Orient Express journey is as much about spending time on the train as off it, connoisseurs of experiential travel might rather prefer something more local.
I wanted to know what people travelling on normal trains in Asia were doing – and what their lives were like. And so I decided to shell out 1,120 baht – saving roughly £1,307 in the process – and booked a passage on the local train.
The Bangkok-to-Butterworth ‘Special Ekspress’ was packed with a dramatis personae of Malay monks, Thai spinsters, Emirati couples and American backpackers. I heeded the words of Bangkok-based street-food guru and renowned chef David Thompson, who with a single phrasal verb had advised me on how to approach the foodstuffs I would encounter during my journey: “Dig in.”
As I took my seat, an elderly woman in front of me untied several plastic bags and insisted I help myself to her modest collection of prawn crackers, fruit leather and pau, bulbous wheat-flour buns filled with soybean paste. Later that evening, after a train attendant prepared the beds, the train’s soporific rocking motion sent me swiftly off to sleep.
The following morning, I hopped off the train at the Thai-Malaysia border and took a taxi to the coast, where a hydrofoil was bobbing in the water, revving its engines. An hour later, I was on breezy and balmy Langkawi – a handsome, luxuriant island that was a welcome change from life on the cramped rail. A short ferry ride from the Thai-Malaysian border, Langkawi is such an alluring destination that one former Malaysian prime minister lobbied (albeit unsuccessfully) to install the state capital there. Its 2007 listing as a Unesco Geopark – the first in South-East Asia – is encouraging foreign tourism while ensuring island development does not destroy its ecosystem.
On an evening rainforest trek, Khirien, a local guide, instructed us in the dangers of Langkawi’s jungle and how to avoid them: poisonous pythons and vipers (make rustling noises as you walk); tree sap that can cause blindness (don’t drink it); and voracious mosquitoes (some good insect repellent usually does the trick). As the sun dipped below the horizon and the air cooled, we hiked through a layered thicket of rattan trees, wild coffee plants and tongkat ali – a diminutive tree known dubiously as ‘Asian Viagra’. For centuries, island aboriginal people have boiled these leaves for their testosterone-enhancing properties.
At one point, when Khirien flicked his torch up a tree trunk, a pair of reddish-brown flying lemurs (aka colugos) extended their arms from their perch, spreading a membrane of skin between their limbs to form something like a sail, and glided over to a nearby tree. Other forest dwellers soon emerged – a flying squirrel, a lime-green gecko (whose Malaysian name tok-keh comes from the sound it makes at night) and several dusky leaf monkeys. Bearing a distinctive white brow, the male monkey can copulate up to 35 times a day. Clearly consumption of Asian Viagra is not limited to humans alone.
The next morning I ventured out by boat around the mangroves and turquoise lagoons of Kilim Nature Park at Langkawi’s north-eastern tip. Protecting the coastline from erosion, the swampy, brackish area is home to the endangered white-bellied sea eagle and brownish brahminy kite – gorgeous, majestic beings if you can observe them mid-flight. From our boat we fed the birds chicken entrails as they swooped down in front of us, before our guide sped us off towards the Andaman Sea and Malaysia’s best beaches on the island’s southern coast.
When I made the ferry passage a day later over to the spice-filled island of Penang, 100km south, it was the eve of Chinese New Year. Penang’s streets were busily being prepared for the thousands of locals taking part in the global tradition of balek kampong – returning home for the holidays.
In the island’s main settlement of Georgetown, I met Leslie James, a British-Canadian ex-diplomat turned local historian who offered to show me around the town’s laconic streets. Here, ornate Buddhist temples stood next to simple shophouses; Bollywood hits lilted out of Tamil curry houses as aromatic smoke from joss sticks wafted by; young Malaysian men wheeled satay carts past restored buildings belonging to the island’s Chinese population, descendants of 15th- and 16th-century immigrants. And everywhere, Hokkien trishaw (bicycle rickshaw) drivers slouched in their seats, their legs kicked up as they read the paper, waiting for business.
Penang was a well-known stop on the hippie trail in the 1970s, and its recent Unesco Heritage listing has resulted in a thriving renaissance of renewal and reconstruction – a garden hotel carved out of a horse stables on Muntri Street, for example, or a group of small boutique properties fashioned from clan houses on Stewart Lane. “Gentrification is definitely happening,” Leslie told me, “but the important thing is that Penang does not become a museum of old buildings. It should remain a vibrant community.”
Which it will. The island has always had a strong sense of community and civic awareness – people from vastly different ethnic and religious backgrounds have lived side by side here for several centuries.
Penang’s immigrants have bequeathed something else of interest to current visitors: the best street food in Asia. The island is Malaysia’s cuisine capital, and dining here is effectively like sitting down to a 100km-long Chinese, Indian and Malay buffet.
The next evening I caught up with Yannis Martineau, executive chef on the Orient Express train, who was taking a break from his routine of five-star fusiondom to dig into some local grub. Yannis and I navigated the Northam Beach Café, where we sampled plates of stingray, squid, horseshoe crab and possibly my favourite dish of all time – cheese-stuffed king prawns cooked in coconut juice. “There’s one word for all this food in English,” I told Yannis, my mouth still full. “Yum.”
A local woman sitting at our table chuckled, then whispered over to us: “Sounds like a Chinese word.”
Back on the mainland, a train whisked me south to the rolling hills, strawberry fields and quiet tea plantations of the Cameron Highlands, a one-time British hill station with gorgeous vistas and temperatures that rarely rise above 20°C. The train moored in Ipoh, an old tin-mining town, from which it’s a quick bus ride into the Highlands. Asia’s heavy heat had caught me off-guard, but at around 1,500m, this was the perfect respite from the mugginess of the Malay lowlands.
British surveyor William Cameron was first sent here back in 1855 to explore the region by pachyderm, but the Highlands’ most famous visitor arrived a century later: Jim Thompson, an American-born silk magnate and adventurer, who mysteriously disappeared on an Easter Sunday walk in 1967. On a woodlands walking tour that celebrates Thompson’s memory, I learned of the legends that have arisen since his disappearance: Jim was kidnapped due to spy activities; Jim was mauled by a tiger; Jim fell into an animal trap; Jim eloped with a beautiful local girl; Jim ended up involved with Burmese drug lords. The mystery behind Thompson’s disappearance is still regularly debated in Thai and Malay national newspapers.
The next morning I awoke early to walk among the plantation fields at BOH, Malaysia’s largest tea producer, where master tea taster Darrel Samaraweera was showing visitors how he does his job. “Spoon, slurp and spit,” Darrel told us. “It’s similar to wine tasting, except that you’re looking for brightness and flashes of orange colour in the liquid.”
Cameron Highlands tea is known for its light, brisk flavour – the result of organic soil and plentiful rain. Darrel had us spoon and slurp six different brews – why spit when it tastes so good? – each of which varied slightly in sharpness and savour.
South of Tapah, the train passed through Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia’s gritty industrial capital and a place I hoped to avoid lingering in for too long. One schoolteacher I met on the train told me that by 2020, Malaysia hopes to become recognised as a ‘developed’ nation. But for visitors, Malaysia’s most fascinating traits lie in diminutive, history-rich settlements such as coastal Melaka, south-east of KL and a short drive from Tampin railway station.
“This is quite possibly the world’s most fascinating colonial enclave,” exclaimed Donovan Casimir Louis, as we walked the boardwalk along the Melaka River, which cuts through the sleepy city’s downtown. Born in Melaka of Dutch and Chinese extraction, Donovan is now resident historian at the landmark Majestic Hotel. With all the aplomb of Michael Wood, he narrated the story of the city’s founding in the 14th century by an exiled Sumatran prince, and of its later colonisation by the Portuguese, the Dutch and the British, who came for silk, nutmeg, cloves, gold and other goodies that passed through its cosmopolitan port.
We paused at the crimson Christ Church, a luminous anomaly in an otherwise monochrome city, whose floor tiles were forged by the Dutch from the rock of looted Portuguese tombs. Today, half the city is Catholic due to the Portuguese influence.
Well after dark I strolled over to the weekend night market on Jonkers Street, Chinatown’s main antique shop thoroughfare, where the city was just coming to life. A nighttime karaoke session for seniors had just kicked off at the local Hokkien Association. Just beyond, gaggles of visitors were haggling with vendors at stalls of keepsakes and knick-knacks: masks, swords, Chinese-made magic umbrellas (don’t ask) and models of Portuguese war ships. And all around hawkers were frying up large woks of noodles and grilling satay kebabs on portable barbecues.
Sometime around midnight, I sat down to a plate of chicken pong teh, a curious mix of Malay viscosity and Chinese spice that tasted undeniably Peranakan – sweet and searing hot. This was the Asia I had longed to experience as I had sat and gazed out of all those train windows: gritty, raw, beautiful and alive.
If you’ve the wherewithal and formal wear for a passage through Malaysia on the Orient Express, by all means do it – it will be the experience of a lifetime. Just make sure that upon disembarking, you have your butler carefully unload your bags from the pristine green-and-cream train and throw them onto the grotty, loud blue one waiting to depart just across the platform. That’s the one holding a lifetime of experiences.
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