Other than my first experience using the male toilet in a petrol station in KL (for they lost the keys to the female restroom), my 8 days holiday traveling to every inch and corner of Malaysia was otherwise risk-free.
After a night in Cititel (hotel) in Penang, the 9 of us took a ferry to Langkawi island, which was infested with Americans; I reckon they love the scorching sun for my skin sizzles under the heat. We unsuccessfully blended in with the mixture of blonde heads and black heads, blue heads, red heads and blah blah... We then rented a very sad bus (close to the point of breaking down it was!) at 140RM per day. "It's the best!" says my dad to us. "No power steering!" shouted a man from the stand. I swear my life flashed twice before me when my uncle had to turn the wheels VERY vigorously to swerve and avoid ramming into aggressive vehicles.
A two days stay at the island (the hotel was so very nice and comfy that I should wish to reconstruct it in my SIMS house) was quickly spent. A quirky guy at the beach however was the epitome of self-contradiction. "I advise you to buy this one. Expensive but this one is parasailing with a boat pulling you so you don't have to worry about controlling it. Otherwise you can also para-sail from the beach but I tell you..There was once a guy who landed wrongly and broke his leg." The deal was set.
He made several calls, upon realizing that he couldn't contact the boatmen and that night was quickly falling, he says to us in his business-like tone, "I cannot contact the boat man so I tell you what. I sell to you cheap price. Para-sailing from the beach very safe one. Just pull here (mimicks an action on the right and then the left) when we shout to you to pull."
"Didn't you just tell us that a guy broke his leg 4 days ago?!" shouted my sister.
We took the ferry back to Penang and on the fourth night, my parents, sister, uncle, aunt, and cousin Darren were already playing Mahjong with their own mahjong table made from the bed. I was left to babysit my youngest cousin Doreen and we at length engrossed ourselves with the new anime show. We left for Genting Highlands the next day.
Most unfortunate it was that my harmless little wish to play in the theme park was harshly crushed by the cold, treacherous wind! 16 degrees! My grandmother loathed the place and she complained about the biting wind each time the adults left for their night at the casino. My 14 year old cousin and I attempted to enter the gambling den! The outcome was obvious.
"Stop miss and you! (points to my cousin who is 174cm) IC please." demanded the security guard.
"Sorry, I left it upstairs in my hotel room." I smiled my best smile.
"Ok, go get it then." he replies almost instinctively. I reckon I wasn't the first 18 year old trying to get into the casino. I looked at my cousin. We made a run for it, giggling like kids. After my 2 restless nights in Genting came the happiest moment of my life! Another 2 nights stay in Melaka was spent purchasing Christmas gifts and anime CDs.