Georgetown, Day 2: Of heritage trails and no-show rides!
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I set the alarm to go off at 9am, but I was up at 740am, freezing from the air-conditioning. We planned on going on one of the Heritage Trail walks after breakfast, which would lead to other interesting discoveries, as I'd discovered.
We had breakfast at the hotel's Sky Garden, which opens out onto the rooftop. The same Sky Garden is converted into the Beer Garden, where guests can enjoy beers under the cool night sky, or play a game of pool.
After our breakfast of a bowl of muesli and two slices of toast with butter and jam, plus the obligatory 3 cups of coffee (what was I thinking??), Kim and I headed out on our little adventure of discovering Georgetown's history via the Heritage Trail, but not before getting our bearings right by asking Desmond at the front desk on where and how we should begin.
We decided to take Hutton Lane, left from the junction of Argyll Road, where the hotel is located, and make our way to Penang Road, where we'd get across and walk the length of Muntri Street.
We finally reached the junction of Hutton Lane onto Penang Road, and checked our Trail map to decide which way we'd head to first. It seemed like Muntri St was just across the street, so we started our little "adventure" looking for the first landmark - the Hainan Temple. On our way there, of course, we stopped and gawked and awed at some of the old shophouses, whose owners had painstakingly restored to their former glory.
Then we found the Hainan Temple, also known as the Temple of the Heavenly Queen, which was founded in 1866. The temple is dedicated to the goddess Mar Chor, the patron saint of seafarers. After a quick snapshot, we continued on and passed the Hainanese Mariners' Lodge, which used to welcome the mariners from South China and their families on a stopover in Penang in the 19th century. The house was put up for rent by the last remaining sailors and the Penang Heritage Trust then took a lease on the building and had it improved on to use as its office premise.
Onward, we crossed Love Lane and walked all the way until we reached the other end of Muntri St where the Goddess of Mercy temple is located, which is not part of the heritage trail but is a significant landmark.
We next had to decide if we'd walk on Jalan Masjid Kapitan Keling to check out the Mahamariamman Hindu Temple and Little India, which would have taken us further away from the rest of the trail, or cut our losses and walk back to our hotel via Fahquar Street as we encountered St George's Church first. Known as the oldest Anglican church in Malaysia, it was modelled after a church in Madras, India and was built in 1818. A memorial for Penang's founder, Sir Francis Light, stands in the garden in front of the main church building. As you can see from the pic, the church truly looks immaculate even though it is almost 200 years old!
By this time, I was already feeling the pull in my knee with the increasing pain.
I was beginning to sweat from the struggle of having to walk with a battered knee and just wanted to hail a trishaw to get us back to the hotel, but then I thought, better to get this walk over and done with. Next to the cathedral was the St Xavier's Institution, a Catholic boys school, founded by the La Sallean brothers in the 1850s. The building had been used by the Japanese navy during World War II until it was bombed by the British and a new one built in its place in 1954.
I was glad that we were almost done with our little tour as we approached the turnoff to Lebuh Leiht where just across the street was the Cheong Fatt Tze mansion. The "Rockefeller of China", as the late Cheong Fatt Tze was dubbed in the New York Times in the early 20th century, was a poor Hakka from China who immigrated to Java, Indonesia.
Half an hour later, a little rested, we headed back to Penang Street to get our second helping of cendol at the famous cendol stall and decided to have lunch there too. We ordered Assam Laksa - a spicy, sour fish soup bowl of white rice noodles that has a similar texture to Thailand's Tom Yam Goong, but were worlds apart in terms of taste and flavor. The Assam Laksa is served with sliced chillies, cucumbers and pineapples and topped with mint leaves, which really bring out the taste of the laksa.
Well, it take long for me to realise that sweet, sour, spicy and creamy were going to make life a little more interesting when digested, as my stomach begun feeling a little too uncomfortable and it was obviously time to head back to the hotel for a siesta. The discomfort from lunch and elevated pain in my knee was enough for me to just want to crawl in a ball and sleep it off.
Three hours later, Kim and I were up and were trying to figure out what to do for dinner. After getting ready, we went down to the lobby to get some information on the nightlife in Georgetown when we came across this article in the lifestyle section of the day's newspaper about a little known cafe called Church Street Cafe, located on Church St, no less! The article featured the cafe's specialty - beer that is almost frozen poured into a freezer chilled beer glass.
So we got a cab that the hotel's front desk staff called for us and paid MYR10. Upon reaching the cafe, we told the driver to pick us up an hour later, to which we agreed. Well, when we were gone at 10pm, we went out to wait for our cab, who, it turned out, either had better things to do or was asleep on his bed, as he had stood us up. We grew increasingly nervous, as we weren't familiar with the public transportation in a new town, and after waiting almost 30 mins, walked out to the busier end of Church St and tried to hail a cab as we walked closer to where there were more people on the streets. We stopped a cabbie who apologised but he was oncall. However, he assured us that if we walked two blocks to the next traffic lights and turned left, we'd be able to hail a cab from there. So we walked, fast and alert, until we reached the junction with the traffic lights and turned right, and were pleased to see that stretch of road was bustling with people in nearby diners enjoying their supper.
After five minutes of waiting, boy were we glad to finally get a cab, where we headed back, the bitter taste in our mouths left behind by that cab driver who couldn't keep his promise!