Most tourists pass through Kota Bharu on their way to the Perhentian Islands. We durian tourists go where there’s durian, which means staying on the mainland.
|Love the colors!|
|What are they doing up there?|
We got distracted on our way to find the durian. Giant hunting knives and curved machetes kept getting a hold of Rob’s man brain. “It’s only five dollars!” he exclaimed, stroking the long black blade. “We are flying out of Singapore, not Indonesia,” I reminded him. As we exited the the vegetable and knives region, we heard plaintive meowing. Looking up, I saw two extremely emaciated kittens staring down at us from a green roof covering. I wondered how long they had been trapped there.
Rob and I went up the stairs to a large, bustling restaurant area. The kittens were in plain sight, trapped on an overhang below the building. One was so weak it couldn’t stand up, never mind leap up to freedom. Rob scoped out the overhang, but decided it was too rickety to put weight on. When one of the kittens wandered close to the side of the building, he climbed out along the ledge and put a hand down to for the rescue.
So we went for an afternoon adventure jog to the beach. It was 11-12 km to Pantai Cahaya Bulan (PCB beach). Apparently it used to be called “Pantai Cinta Berah,” which means “beach of passionate love,” but the ruling Islamic party found that name too scandalous and changed it to the tamer yet still suggestive “moonlight beach.” Traveling by foot is my favorite way to go sight-seeing!
|This coconut’s as big as Rob’s head! And that’s saying something 😛|