Dropping our stuff at the bus stop while the others waited there, Pringle and I made our way to the store. Purchasing crackers with a the brand name of Julie - it was destiny!

Typically, we don't purchase bus tickets from our hostel as they tend to be over-priced. But this time it turned out to be the same as the travel agency selling the bus tickets. We were told that the ticket was 40 RM and an additional 3 RM for a bus to get to the bus station since it was far away. I've learned that Malaysian's have a warped sense of distance.

Arriving the night before to Penang, I quickly came to realize that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sorry Lonely Planet but your description and highlights of the city were a complete let down. The colonial portion of George Town mainly looked like a run down ghetto that was definitely in need of some maintenance. Instead of exploring the city for the whole day, we decided to follow Callum's lead and head to the national park.

Just arriving off the bus from Thailand, I messaged the gang - Callum, Liz, Jake & Pringle to meet up in what looked like a deserted town as all shops seemed to be closed. They heard of a night market that was supposed to be the best in Penang, so off we went to find this infamous night market.