Once the blood began to re-circulate in my legs at Penang International we took a taxi to the Shangri-La Rasa Sayang Resort & Spa in Batu Ferringhi in the north of the island. Not exactly our usual type of holiday destination, but one chosen by Mrs M to pamper our Flossie on the occasion of her birthday.
The ladies whiled away the afternoon by the pool while I explored the beach avoiding offers of massages, hair braiding and henna tattoos from weathered people in open sided tents on the beach in front of the Golden Sands Resort. 
After a glorious sunset we walked to the night market where stall holders were setting out their displays of fake watches, DVDs, jewellery, handbags, football shirts, pashminas, perfume, shoes, ‘Aladdin’ trousers, headphones, toys and magnetic fridge lobsters. On one stall, we rummaged through an assortment of beautiful batiks of traditional Malaysian scenes before purchasing a couple from the owner, Jenny Eo who communicated and haggled by the use of notes and a fantastic smile due to her deafness.
It was all too much for Mrs M and Floss who took a trishaw to the hotel while I enjoyed the walk back in the low humidity to meet them for dinner.
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