We're Being Bad Travelers

Written by Bessie about Malaysia. Feelin' angry
Bessie_angry
For being away from home over 2 years, we should be a little better at this by now, but something's happened to our thick travelers' skin. Something about moving around from city to city isn't working for us lately. I don't think I've ever written a post when I'm feeling 'Angry', but right now, I'm a bit angry at traveling, and it's making me do things, I've never done before.

My Confessions of a bad traveler:

- We let ourselves get ripped off 3 times, in 2 days because we couldn't muster the fight to bargain the taxi driver down $2 or get the $.33 from a waiter that didn't bring us change. We're usually content to over-pay when it seems fair, but they were just ripping us off. And we let them.

- It's just cartoon money to me.
I can usually be super about memorizing the rates before I get to place so I look like I know what I'm doing, but here, I've committed a few big no nos. I pulled out a big wad of bills (each about $16) in the middle of some market because I couldn't figure out what we needed to pay. Kyle looked on all bug-eyed wondering what I was thinking. Pulling out a wad of money in a market a bad thing, but I wanted breakfast.
Georgetown, Penang, Malaysia
Pancake with peanuts in the middle for breakfast. $.30.
   
- What do you call it?
I can't remember the name of the money. A basic one, I know, but Malaysian Ringgits goes right through me. A rickshaw driver offered to drive me, with a "teen ringgits', I gave him a look like he was insulting my mother. 10 Ringgits, got it, or rather, at least Kyle did.
Georgetown, Penang, Malaysia
Taken by our rickshaw driver.

- I can't say ANYTHING in Malay, which is way worse than not knowing the name of the money. Hello. Please. Thank you. Nope. I can't say a word. It's embarrassing. I remember looking on with disbelief in South America when other travelers couldn't speak a word of Spanish, and now that I'm on new ground and the language changes every country in southeast Asia, I've gone totally soft. In my defense, many of the locals seem to speak English in the melting pot of Penang where Indians, Chinese, and Malay blend together and seem to use English as a common denominator. But, it's a lame excuse.

- We paid for a bus ticket and didn't take the receipt with us. The dude in the travel agency asked us for it and never gave it back, so we walked down the street to the bus and got on only to 10 minutes into the trip get interrogated by a ticket taker.
  woman: "Why you no ticket? You find in bag!"
  Kyle:  "We gave it to the guy in the travel agency, we don't have it."
  woman, yelling:  "No, you have. You find in bag!"
  Kyle: "It's not in there. The travel agent wanted it."
  woman, yelling more: "You have in bag! You find in bag!!"
Luckily she seemed to know the ignorant types like us, and a local guy verified that we paid at a tour agency, although none of us could recall the name of it. She wasn't very happy. We're lucky she didn't make us pay again.

-After all that, we went running to the mall for safety, and McDonalds, but it was only an ice cream cone. There's nothing more comforting in a strange city, than an air-conditioned mall full of predictable clothing shops, gadget stores, and a movie theater. Now Penang isn't that over-whelming of a city, just on the slightly chaotic side, but it's the normal cars honking, motorbikes passing, and hawkers yelling that you'd get in most places. Something about people giving us the "you're one of those tourists" stares is making me become an angry tourist seeking refuge in the mall.

Georgetown, Penang, MalaysiaGeorgetown, Penang, Malaysia
"Oh, Ronald, you're so funny." / Kyle happy with his banana milk bubble tea.
 
And in that mall, something strange happened. I wasn't so angry. Escaping the 95°F (35°C) heat and going into a shopping mecca cured us a bit of the angst. It gave us a bit of perspective.

I need no more convincing that I've hit a point where being really mobile just isn't right for me right now. Thank goodness we've already bought one-way tickets to Bali and plan to stay in Ubud for about the next month. No more town hopping for a while. I need to unpack my bag, stick it under the bed a few weeks, and settle into somewhere. Maybe then I'll learn to say 'hello' to the locals.

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Don't be shy, tell us "hi"

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