162 A Real Soaker
- A Real Soaker
We stopped for lunch in a rural cafe. They had a little buffet of local foods. We had our tried and true Mee Goreng noodles, I ventured into uncharted territory with a helping of cuddle fish. They included the little heads which had a crunch in every bite. Probably the beaks? The local boys were pretty curious but only one spoke enough English to try to chat.
Onward, through the palm jungle, we crossed a bridge over muddy water and ran into a wall of water. Rain, thunder and lightening. We asked about a hotel, no such luck. So, we stood under an awning and waited. When it slowed to sort of gentle we plowed onward. It was late when the two drowned rats pulled into Batu Pahat. A young girl in a service station gave us direction to Hotel Katrina.
The doorman told us that they had no rooms. Cat went inside and begged. Okay, they could find one but the bikews would have to stay outside. More begging and the doorman agreed taht he would bring them into the service area after the help completes their work, about 11:00 PM. Forgetting the heat of the day, a warm shower felt pretty good. The hotel is mediocre, the price low. The crowd is business meetings. We asked about bringing wine to dinner. At first they said, “No.” Then the manager asked us to come early and sit in a corner. The food was okay, the sneaky wine was fine.
April 22nd, 2009 in
09 Cycling in Malaysia II
