Port Dickson to Klang 123km
Another similarity with Indonesia is the Swallow Houses. Big buildings, that we first saw in Sumatra, with no windows or doors, and recorded bird song. These are swallow nest farms, where the nests are harvested for the Chinese market. They seem really popular in areas of Palm Oil production, which both countries have plenty of.
I'm noticing a few differences though. For a start everything seems to be better organized here in Malaysia.The Palm Oil business is so much tidier. Most of the processing seems to be done on site, as there are far fewer trucks hauling the fruit around. The trees even seem in neater rows. The workers are transported to work areas in tractor train trailers, and the harvesting seems to be less random.
The local population are not as keen to engage with a foreigner on a push bike. I guess I'm not as uncommon here. I still get a few waves and the occasional toot, but no Hello Misters.
With the smaller population numbers there is no longer any need for whistle blowing parking guys, junction controllers and security men. The traffic moves quicker, but there is less of it. There are a lot less scooters, and traffic at lights much better behaved, although several times today, I noticed locals in the know, doing a left turn, followed by a U turn, and catching the free left turn, while I was stopped on a red light.
Even though Malaysia is predominantly a Muslim country, and every town has a state built Mosque, the Call to Prayer is no where near as in your face, or ear, as in Indonesia. There are also many amazing temples, I think are Hindu.
The variety of foods is amazing. I'm really enjoying the Dahl and fluffy Pancakes from the Indian restaurants, even if local etiquette insists you eat it with your hands, the right hand that is. I've only once had to revert to Nasi Goreng. I'm going to continue enjoying the variety as long as possible.
For the first time in Asia, I've been able to walk along footpaths that aren't crowded with stalls and scooters, and communication is sooo much easier, with so many speaking more English.
The first night camping in Asia last night. It was sooo hot, without AC or a fan, even with a sea breeze. I was tempted to go swimming, but the tide was out, and the beach was covered with thousands of fingernail size crabs. The camping was free, and right outside the Port Dickson Royal Yacht Club. I could hear the clubbers partying until late.
The riding today went really well. Smooth roads, except for an occasional bridge approach, very few hills, and none of consequence, and a short cut or two, suggested by a bike shop owner. That said, I was glad to find a hotel here in Klang. No rain, but it had been very warm all day. The best thing to do was keep moving, creating a cooling breeze.
Much of today's route even had a reasonable sized hard shoulder, so I've felt safer that bit further away from the traffic. Malaysian's are happy to use the lanes provided. One day in Indonesia, two lanes were converted to five, making use of the shoulder as well, and still there were scooters coming from the other direction, going the wrong way down the street, towards us. Malaysia could even be seen as a little mundane after Indonesia, but I'm thankful for the change, because the adventure must continue.