...and China town (less music, more people, food stalls on the street). Immersion.
mmm... tastes like Gastroenteritis...
Our accommodation are in the converted mansion of a former rubber trader, about 100 years old, but apparently the climate is tough on human structures...
it has seen better days, and we are pretty sure we were the only guests. The disco next door managed to keep Tig awake for two nights. So that was fun.
Overall, the range of architecture in Georgetown, pan-asian and western, colonial and art-deco and modern, from gleaming to completely decrepit, all pressed cheek-to-jowl together, was remarkable.
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