We hadn't booked anywhere to stay in Khota Bahru so we got the taxi to drop us off on a street were we had been told by someone we had met in Melaka that there were many budget travellers guesthouses. We had been given the name of one place on that street called KB Backpackers, where the rooms had been described and 'worn and tired looking'! After the tiring train journey and because the weather was hot and sticky we didn't really feel like trapsing around looking for somewhere to stay, but we had no option.
Normally we would find a nice cafe and one of us would sit there with the rucksacks whilst the other went to find somewhere. Unfortunately we didn't see anywhere to do this so one of had to stand in the hot street with the bags whilst the other went trapsing around. It didn't take long to realise that several of the guesthouses on that street had closed and some of the others, well you really wouldn't want to have gone into them. Lo and behold KB Backpackers was open. 'Worn and tired' was definately an understatement but is seemed kinda clean enough and we were really tired so we took a room there. It did have a lovely view over the busy main road! The large window didn't close properly so there was no barrier against the loud noise of the traffic, but on the bright side it did give some ventilation into the otherwise stuffy room.
The staff seemed friendly enough and told us that tea and coffee was provided in the communal area and breakfast was provided in the morning. Also, on the up-side, it did have WI-FI so we could look for somewhere else to stay for the following nights. We got freshened up and out we went to get some food and explore. We were so hungry, as we hadn't eaten a proper meal since the evening before, that we didn't have the inclination to wander around for long. Unbelieveably we ended up in Pizza Hut (we would never even eat in there in the UK). Colin, who loves his grub, just ordered the first thing he seen from a set menu without really looking at it. He ended up with packet 'mushroom' soup and a tiny 6 inch pizza with the most disgusting unheard of topping possible. He did get a free coke included though! At least it cheered me up and I couldn't stop laughing at the look on his face as I munched into my pizza (I had at least taken the time to look at the menu and order something that did resemble a pizza).
Me kinda satiated and Colin still hungry off we went to explore. It didn't take long to realise that there was really nothing to explore. We decided to go to the shop, buy a few beers, head back to the guesthouse, check out the Perhentian Islands a bit more thoroughly and get out of Khota Bharu as soon as possible. Unfortunately, as Khota Bharu is predominately Muslim nowhere sold alcohol. On the way back we found the only bar in Khota Bahru and sat with a very over-priced beer, even by UK standards!
We finally got back to the guesthouse and set to our task only to realise that going to the Perhentian Islands would not be a good option. Yet another disaster!
Normally we would find a nice cafe and one of us would sit there with the rucksacks whilst the other went to find somewhere. Unfortunately we didn't see anywhere to do this so one of had to stand in the hot street with the bags whilst the other went trapsing around. It didn't take long to realise that several of the guesthouses on that street had closed and some of the others, well you really wouldn't want to have gone into them. Lo and behold KB Backpackers was open. 'Worn and tired' was definately an understatement but is seemed kinda clean enough and we were really tired so we took a room there. It did have a lovely view over the busy main road! The large window didn't close properly so there was no barrier against the loud noise of the traffic, but on the bright side it did give some ventilation into the otherwise stuffy room.
The staff seemed friendly enough and told us that tea and coffee was provided in the communal area and breakfast was provided in the morning. Also, on the up-side, it did have WI-FI so we could look for somewhere else to stay for the following nights. We got freshened up and out we went to get some food and explore. We were so hungry, as we hadn't eaten a proper meal since the evening before, that we didn't have the inclination to wander around for long. Unbelieveably we ended up in Pizza Hut (we would never even eat in there in the UK). Colin, who loves his grub, just ordered the first thing he seen from a set menu without really looking at it. He ended up with packet 'mushroom' soup and a tiny 6 inch pizza with the most disgusting unheard of topping possible. He did get a free coke included though! At least it cheered me up and I couldn't stop laughing at the look on his face as I munched into my pizza (I had at least taken the time to look at the menu and order something that did resemble a pizza).
Me kinda satiated and Colin still hungry off we went to explore. It didn't take long to realise that there was really nothing to explore. We decided to go to the shop, buy a few beers, head back to the guesthouse, check out the Perhentian Islands a bit more thoroughly and get out of Khota Bharu as soon as possible. Unfortunately, as Khota Bharu is predominately Muslim nowhere sold alcohol. On the way back we found the only bar in Khota Bahru and sat with a very over-priced beer, even by UK standards!
We finally got back to the guesthouse and set to our task only to realise that going to the Perhentian Islands would not be a good option. Yet another disaster!
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