The banana has been on Mr. Kim’s onion boat since Thursday. I’ve been holding on for him to send me the classic, everybody-takes-it picture of the bike sailing into the sky on a couple of webbing straps that I wouldn’t trust to hold up your mum’s knickers*, but it looks like I’m not going to get one.
It’s a strange time of year and the boat crewsc schedule is a little out of whack. What this means is that the boat arrived at mid day on Thursday, so I had to wait for close to four hours in the canteen at Butterworth port.
It was thrilling, even though I didn’t bring a book. I was allowed to smoke so it really was heaven on earth.
When we finally get dockside I tried to get a picture of the banana in front of the boat, but the crew were about to start unloading and they went completely mental at me when I tried. So this is the closest you’re going to get.
I am quite sure you will agree with me that this is HIGH QUALITY BLOGGING.
Anyway. I’m still on Penang, more or less going out of my mind with boredom. I’m here so I don’t run out an Indonesian visa while waiting for the bike to arrive and also, Chinese new year is meant to be utterly mental here, as it also functions as a kind of Chinese pride rally for the large community here in Georgetown.
I’m filling my time with books, alcohol and existential screaming. Except today I’m treating myself.
Actual laundry with actual detergent, real god damn softener and a frigging dryer. LUXURY!
My cup runneth the fuck over…
*Not really a reflection on the strength of the straps, if we’re honest. She snaps steel cables like wet, frightened spaghetti