So where do you go to find the breathing space to make a plan to try to piece your life back together again? Cruisers always say that plans are written in the sand at low tide, and when you consider that the wind changing direction just a few degrees means you aren’t going where you thought you were going, you can see where this mystical fatalism comes from. Our answer is Penang.
We always stay in old Georgetown which is a world heritage site chock-a-block with crumbling colonial architecture, some being repurposed, some not.
Famous for street art. I don’t know why but this is a vibe I seem to really like.
This time we’re staying in an Airbnb which is a two story traditional family home, maybe middle class, with the craziest fixtures, hardwood floorboards one foot wide, omnipresent shutters, open air courtyard, dog bone windows and clay tile roof.
Some might think we moved here because we are right around the corner from the Mugshot which has the best bagels this side of New York City.
Only partly true because the pastries next door are sensational. We even found a new Banh Mi place that’s better than any we had in Vietnam.
Ah…the plan you ask. There is a destination and an activity. It involves Covid testing, visas, money changing and the kind of clothing we haven’t seen in years, so shopping in Penang’s massive malls is considered great sport for the huge towers filled with wealthy Hong Kong expats, but Yours Truly is not amused by the activity. All I know is every day I reach for something I need but now it’s missing. It’s going to take some time.
So check the box for the first step, done and dusted, and take a deep breath.
PS just heard that Escape Velocity is now called ESCAPE VELOCITY.