From the Cameron Highlands, the road, of course, just keeps descending. Many fruit farms along the way, especially strawberry growers. It is a joy to drive in the hills with little traffic and perfect asphalt. After about 60 km of winding roads I take the highway towards Georgetown. I still have to get used to the tropical landscape, sometimes it feels like I'm driving through a holiday brochure and that doesn't make the ride boring either.
Early in the afternoon I drive over one of the huge long bridges that connect the island of Penang to the mainland. This time I chose my hotel on the outskirts of the city because I don't feel like driving to my hotel in this heat traffic jam. In hindsight, that was not necessary, because Georgetown is a beautiful, well-arranged and fairly quiet city.
The hotel is quickly found and after a refreshing shower I take a taxi to the city via the Grab app. There are many food and beverage outlets along the coast and I enjoy a nice beer on the terrace.
The next morning I let myself be taken by a taxi. It costs almost nothing and it is a nice feeling that my motorcycle is safely parked in the suburbs near the hotel. First I visit the so-called Clan Jetties. These are a number of wooden piers on the coast, where Chinese immigrants settled 100 years ago. Families with the same surname settled on each pier, so that pier in question also received the family name.
In addition to this Chinese district, the city also has an Indian district. Nothing here that has to do with family names, but a lot of restaurants. It is not difficult to walk around the neighborhoods for hours. From hip tents to beautiful murals, there is something to see everywhere in Georgetown.
