Travel. It’s all in the timing.
Assam laksa has some serious culinary cred. It’s been voted #7 on the World’s 50 Most Delicious Foods by CNN Go in 2011 (right behind the hamburger).
Robyn Eckhardt makes a living through writing and eating – not necessarily in that order.
Most people who travel to Malaysia include a beach visit and Pulau Langkawi often gets all the attention.
But on the opposite side of Malaysia exist two little gems that offer pristine beaches, a lush backdrop, ample adventures and are known to have a more laidback vibe – Pulau Besar (big island) and Pulau Kecil (small island), otherwise known as the Perhentian Islands.
Embarking on a big Borneo adventure, you are likely to have the icons front of mind: orang-utans, turtles, tropical jungle and the magnificent Mt Kinabalu perhaps. But once there and immersed…learning about the spiritual, economic and cultural ties from your local hosts, is when your experience is truly enriched.
Chris Hardy, Intrepid’s Operation Manager in Malaysia, tells us about our special Sabah homestay:
What goes swing, swing, shimmy, scramble, thump? That’d be one of our closest genetic relatives leaving one piece of remnant rainforest in search of another. The Bornean orang-utans have lost much of their natural habitat and need our support, and The Intrepid Foundation is delighted to come on board to help.
We have partnered with HUTAN – Kinabatangan Orang-utan Conservation Program to support their work to develop and implement innovative solutions to conserve the orang-utan in Sabah. Intrepid travellers on tours to Borneo, currently have a great opportunity to see wild orang-utans in the Kinabatangan River region. But the ease with which they may see orang-utans is sadly not all good.
Diverse: it’s a great word to describe Malaysia. A melting-pot of cultures, a land of contrasts and a kaleidoscope of colours. From its urban skyscrapers to welcoming villages, it’s a country that never ceases to amaze and delight, as Intrepid’s Chotie Moloney discovers…
“A sea of green. As far as my eyes could take in. Cool, fresh, life sustaining; green.
As I gazed at the surrounding hills, the expanse of land appeared like an intricately woven pattern, linking the acres of textured green landscape before me. Hard to believe I was still in Malaysia. Was it really only 24 hours ago that I was melting in the humidity of Kuala Lumpur, reaching for my next lime juice with sugar and ice?
Malaysia’s small city state of Melaka holds historic significance because it was one of the most important trading ports in South East Asia. Known as the ‘Emporium of the East’, Old Melaka is an intriguing place to wander the narrow streets and absorb the atmosphere of the old town with its many international influences. It’s here that Tony Colebatch was on a special mission, but would his efforts to taste a wicked local meal be rewarded?…
“Malacca! Even in its revised modern spelling of Melaka, the name conjures up visions of history and romance in the exotic East, of piracy, of a series of colonial regimes that have come and gone, leaving their influence not only in the history books but also in the physical and behavioural features of the present day Melaka. Even the cuisine of Melaka reflects these varied influences.
Affectionately known as ‘KL’, this cosmopolitan city is a melting pot of cultures: Malay, Indian, Chinese and Western. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the variety of cafes, restaurants and impromptu stalls all over town, dishing out foods formed from some 150 years of fusion.
Forget cereal, toast and eggs at home – do like the locals do and eat out! Intrepid traveller Kelly Law lists her Top 5 dishes to try while you’re in Malaysia…
Taking part in a local festival is very ‘Intrepid’. It embodies everything we love about embracing other cultures and enjoying real life experiences, though as Rachel Nowell discovered, sometimes local celebrations also pose some puzzling questions…
“The sight of a Hindu man with a skewer piercing through his cheek and tongue and bells hanging from skin hooks on his back certainly makes one cringe. But at the same time one is unable to look away for sheer curiosity and amazement. How do they endure the pain? Why do men do this to themselves?