As you all know, I am rarely lost for words, but I've spent the past
few days trying to sum up my time on Pulau Perhentian Kecil and I'm
still stuck.Perhentian means "place to stop" in Malay, originally because it was a
stopover for the South China Sea traders, but now it more accurately
describes the numerous tourists who visit there and just don't ever want to
leave.
I spent slightly more than a week there and it was one of the best
weeks of my time away from home, not just because of the incredible
beauty of the place, but because of the beautiful people I met there.
At times I couldn't help but feel incredibly emotional at how lucky I
was to be there. I hope on the coldest, darkest winter mornings in
Glasgow I can close my eyes and remember it.
After a short stop in Khota Baru on the east coast I made the very long journey to Kuala Lumpur where I spent my last few days in Malaysia enjoying the sights, food and shopping. I'm very sad to be leaving Malaysia. I've loved every moment of it and I can only look forward to coming back and exploring more of it. Tomorrow I go back to Cambodia.
