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It was already getting dark, we in Kota Bharu (Malaysia) are..
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 03:00:38 +0000 UTC It was already getting dark, we in Kota Bharu (Malaysia) are still trying to get to the Perhentian Islands. Had lunch at another street food eatery, waited out the rain and made our way to the outskirts of the city, where we continued hitchhiking. After 10 minutes of waiting we were picked up by another two guys, who immediately clarified that they were good friends, but not gay. They like almost everyone here were Muslims and told us for a long time about nationalism and religion. We treated them to cake, to which they objected that it was Ramadan and they did not drink, smoke or eat from 7 am to 7 pm. They took us to the nearest village. Apparently there had never been any tourists here and people approached us in surprise with a desire to help and send us to the bus stop, to which we replied that we did not have money for the bus and we travel by hitchhiking and everything is fine. This put them into a stupor and they simply did not know what to do. And now a big cheerful Chinese man picking us up. He was as funny as he was loud. Every sound made our eardrums explode. He was glad to see Russians and Ukrainians live and not as usual from videos from the Internet. This kind man first treats us to some sweets, then decides to take us straight to the port, making a detour of several tens of kilometers for himself. Which helped us a lot, because standing on the highway in the moonlight is not the most pleasant thing. Later he takes us to his favorite place to the beach with the bridge so that we can take a couple of photos of the local landscape. And upon arrival at the port he also buys us a couple of servings of rice with chicken and fish from Grandma’s street food. A little afraid to leave us here, we convince him that everything will be okay and we will calmly find a camping spot somewhere on the beach, he left us a business card to call if anything happens. And now we are on the other side of Malaysia, setting up a tent, eating rice, admiring the fishing boats. And we end our day by falling asleep to the usual singing of mosques.
