After four great days at the Dusun (www.thedusun.com.my) - which in addition to the jungle walk also included a outing with a Malay taxi driver and his wife to the old Palace of a regional principality and a visit to one of their family member's traditional Malay house - we set off on the morning of the 11th by bus to Ipoh.
The trip took about five hours. Ipoh has been and still appears to be a thriving and dynamic town on the West Coast. Set amongst some dramatic limestone formations it started growing thanks to tin mining (probably replaced today by rubber, oil agroindustries as well as administration and land speculation). Ipoh was a one night stop to do some internetting and to catch a bus next morning to Kota Bharu on the East coast.
For one night Ian and I decided to revive our memories from the 70s/80s of real and honest backpacking/hitchhiking with some new impressions. The 'rough guide' to Malaysia recommended a 'best value' hotel in Ipoh for $4.50 per night. Great value (and a real nice owner) it was, but we decided to make this a one-off experience if we have the choice. We both felt rather proud, however, that we can still rough it. I admit that Ian had to constrain me from running out of the room on first sight. A few beers later the room was still no better - but sleep arrived nevertheless.
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