*it’s almost normal to get the bus driver singing out every stop along the journey*
Great, we are here! My legs were asleep from the 8-hour bus journey and my bottom was appreciative of the stretch too.
“You have ferry ticket?”
“Follow me. 70 Ringgit one person, include return”
That was all he said and he was the only one there that early in the morning.
*The little town of Kuala Besut was still sound asleep. Not so much as a squeak was heard*
Kuala Besut is a little fishing town is the state of Terengganu, on the east coast of Malaysia. It’s the main gate way to the Perhentian Islands. Although it’s main income is from fishing, the popular lure of the islands has made tourism its second main income. Most of the holiday makers that flock these islands, believe it or not, are locals.
Being local and being able to speak the native language made things a little easier but these guys do understand and speak average to good English. Having being fussed over does feel kind of good I have to admit!