Back in the EU
(almost, Taman Negara)
August is high season for Malaysia, and European tourists. As a result, the facilities at the park where heaving. Having not had any sort of interaction with 'westerners' in months (except for Craig, my boss; and he's born in Penang anyway), we were quite overwhelmed by all these pink tourists. It was quite interesting to see them searching for a knife on the table when they were eating – I've almost forgotten that for most of Europe a knife and fork (rather than a fork and spoon) is the norm. Becky and I indulged in some nostalgic, hypocritical i confess, ranting about the foreigners (“Typical French; they're always generalising about other nationalities”); much to the bemusement of Amin and Suzi.
