It’s been a while since I’ve travelled and to be honest I wasn’t sure I ever would again.
The events of 2020 had really drawn a line in the sands of my life progression and I decided to leave Australia to pursue a long overdue return to Bali. The conditions of my visa until recently were single entry and having no income meant as time went by, travel was becoming more and distant. Luckily I managed to upgrade my visa which required an exit from Indonesia to reset my status.
And so I found myself in Penang, Malaysia.
To be honest I had lost my curiosity for Malaysia years ago when Malaysia airlines was disappearing and getting shot out of the sky. I had tried to overlook those events and still booked a trip to Langkawi, only to have the airline cancel my flight for me (for no known reason) and not even attempt to assist in an alternative. But after a brief stint in Jakarta, the lush coastline of Penang was soon under my plane window.
I had done no research on the island other than how to get to and from the airport to a chosen economic accommodation and a quick 15min hover in Tripadvisor for museums, art galleries and a pretty beach.
After a year and half in Bali I really didn’t know what to expect from Penang other than a similar language and food to Indonesia. Exiting the airport was painless and getting on a bus up to Georgetown was quite straightforward too. It was a modern full-size bus which took a visually interesting route north through the suburbs up to Georgetown. I was immediately struck by the amount of high rise apartments, clustered into their complexes, that strangely interrupted the steep jungle covered hills in the distance. The roads and footpaths that were all well built and maintained, an impressive accomplishment after coming from Indonesia.
Even though Penang, a tropical island was by definition surround by water, there didn’t seem to be a cooling sea breeze, which became immediately apparent when walking the few hundred meters to the hotel with a heavy backpack and my customary anti-airline-AC long cover ensemble on. That walk though set the tone for rest of the week. Georgetown is an ex-colonial port town and has that wonderful colonial area architecture to it. Tightly packed together and eroding with the elegance of a great grandmother sitting on a cramped stoop, grinning at the world passing by. The ethnic Chinese influence infused into the European terraces to give that electric quality.
What had me excited though was the abundance of street art and not just any naturally occurring youthful angst (of which I saw almost none) but a curated and coordinated open air gallery of local street artists. In my imagination I can completely see a town meeting where everyone came together and agreed that a good solution for driving a walking consumer base into otherwise forgotten corners would be to art. And then just executed it, well.
The next few days would be spent roaming the streets of a 1x2km chunk of the town, searching and finding wall art, art cafes temples and other visual treasures. I had heard of Penang years ago and had the impression that it was a tourist-centric location like Kuta in Bali, Puckett Thailand or the Gold Coast in Australia, but I was wrong. Georgetown, and most of Penang is very much a place where locals live and work with tourist being quite secondary industry in my opinion. Sure there’s plenty of hotels and tourist aimed cafes, restaurants and attractions but they almost seem to be an afterthought to the normal activities that would appear in any other town. What was even more surprising was the lack of other tourists that you would expect to see. Yes there were tourists there but not in the overwhelming numbers that a place like this would expect to have. They weren’t the dominant presence at all, and that was also a nice surprise. The 3 ethnic groups of Malaysia were all there, Chinese, Indian and Malay, which meant authentic food and night markets were alive, well priced and delicious. Being so close to the Thai border also meant a solid Thai presence as well and a return to the great Thai food that I had been missing in Bali.
I made a point of getting to a beach one day and found the experience disheartening. To look at in pictures, the beach looks amazing but the reality is a seeming lack of cooling breeze, brown water and most beach front businesses closed, I’m guessing due to Covid. Although I could tell it would be an amazing sunset destination, I left long before that due to boredom of just sitting in the sand.
The highlight of the trip though were exploring the beautifully aged and surprisingly spacious terrace houses, a lot being converted into art cafes and creative spaces. Mostly run by artists and art collectives, these spaces truly embraced and showcased the creative spirit of the local artists who, while some did cater for the a souvenir market, none lost their artistic integrity.
Having said that though, and still with my full respect and admiration, the art still existed within the conservative spectrum of style and subject matter appropriate for Malaysia. Maybe I didn’t go the right places throughout my 13000 daily steps but styles and techniques outside of well-established norms, (landscapes, street scenes, watercolours, portraiture and commercially viable pop-art infused street art) were no where to be seen. Even this thought I appreciated as it was reminder to me of the artistic relationship between freedom of thought, choice and the harmony of one’s existence. Within the turmoil of my existence, I was surprised to think to myself that Penang would be a place I would consider having a studio if my time in Bali was no longer an option for me.