I am travelling alone after ages. Was looking forward to the trip with mixed emotions. Excited to travel, sample some new food and be on my own for a change and also sad I couldn’t share the experience with Atul. I know that’s contradictory but that’s exactly how it felt. One thing I wasn’t.. atleast to start with.. was anxious. Having travelled on my own extensively, there wasn’t much to be worried about I thought.
But this trip has been one of revelations so far. Of how companionship and marriage makes one soft when one isn’t looking. How the Malaysian peanuts are far more flavourful than any I ever had before.. but how Malaysia feels more unfamiliar and alien than any place in US ever did.(all those Hollywood films we watch, I tell you). About how uneducated and clueless I really am about real Chinese/Malay food. And how I have some strong, till now, unknown food boundaries I need to learn to negotiate.
A lot of realisation for one jet-lag ridden day, you say? We will know how you really feel tomorrow, you say? Yes, perhaps. But meanwhile, here is my first day in Penang, in pics..
All the contemplation and a night of sleepless travel had left me rather brain-dead so that I left behind in the car, my laptop bag and everything precious in it. After a panicky hour went by, Muhammad got the bag back to me. So unfamiliar world or not, definitely one of the nicest cab drivers I have ever met…
Have some cooking classes planned for tomorrow. Includes a market tour, cooking and a meal. Looking forward to being on the otherside of a class for a change. Excited… will be back tomorrow with more..