Our flight to Penang was around 1 o’clock and we used the very convenient car service GRAB (which bought out Uber here) to get from Ian’s condo to KLIA for the one hour flight.
The only complication was that having skipped breakfast at the condo it turned out there’s no VIP lounge after security clearance in the domestic terminal. Thus, I was pleased that in order to book checked bags we had to take a package including a meal and seat selection. Perhaps it was because, as the French say, “Hunger is the best aperitif”, but the vegetarian biryani we ordered as our inflight meal was pretty darn tasty.
Once in Penang we used GRAB again to travel out to our base, the Golden Sands Resort. A resort was a splurge in terms of the places we typically book, but by Canadian standards it cost little more than than a simple hotel room in Jasper - for a deluxe beach view room including buffet breakfast.
To recover from such a “strenuous” transit, we hung out on sun beds through the late afternoon, cleaned up and then returned to watch the sun set around 7:45 p.m.
Then we enjoyed a scrumptious buffet dinner of appetizers, salad, soups, pasta bar, roast beef & chicken with the western sides, Indian & Malaysian favourites, fresh fruit, & a plethora of desserts. On a 2-for-1 promotion it cost 98 Ringgit incl. tip & taxes. That’s $32 and we both feasted!
Malaysia is far far easier on the budget than Singapore, where the same would barely cover a bar snack.
The breakfast buffet proved as extensive as at dinner, and we then spent the day lounging in the shade. I enjoyed a 75-minute reflexology foot treatment and full body massage for 80 Ringget ($26CDN). I sure wish such bodywork was that affordable at home.
A dip in the pool proved far less refreshing than anticipated as it seemed the water was barely below the ambient temperature. After that “warm bath” the waters of the Strait of Melaka were more refreshing, but still so warm that wading in didn’t cause a single flinch.
We walked the shore a bit before and I collected some beach glass, but few shells. I imagine the pickings to be better in the early morning- meaning I will never get there first.