The ferry ride to Langkawi was excruciatingly long. In reality it was only 3 hours, but the choppy waves made for some really seasick passengers. Three hours of listening to people toss their cookies into plastic bags is way longer than anyone needs to sit through (especially if you might be hungover).
We finally made it to the dock (both Shan and I managed to keep our breakfast in our tummies) and couldn’t wait to get to the beach. We fought our way through the crowds of people exiting the ferry and made our way over to the taxi stand. We pointed to the strip of beach on a map that would be our home for the next few days and were off.
Langkawi is an island off the northwestern coast of Malaysia and is super close to Thailand (just a short ferry ride away). It’s a vacation island for many of the locals, and the white sand beaches and warm waters were perfect. We spent a couple days lounging on the beach and swimming in the ocean.
After a couple days, we were as relaxed as we could be so we decided to book some cheap flights from KL to Yogyakarta (thank goodness for Low Cost Carriers – what up Air Asia!) and planned on taking the overnight bus back down to KL. On paper, our plan was flawless. We had booked a 10am flight, and had arranged an overnight ferry/bus combo that would get us to Kuala Lumpur at about 6am – leaving us the perfect amount of time to take the train to the airport.
Well guess what? It didn’t work out that way. We made the ferry to bus connection alright, but somehow overnight the bus didn’t make the time it should have. Every time Shannon or I woke up, the bus was stopped at a gas station or for a break. It didn’t seem like we were ever moving. Around 8am, when we were stuck in early morning traffic trying to push our way into downtown KL, we started to get concerned and devised a plan to grab a quick cab to the airport. Around 9am our hopes started to fade and reality set in.
Arriving at the bus station with only half an hour before our flight was to take off, we knew there was no way that we were going to make it. Defeated, we decided to head back to the hostel where we had stayed at the beginning of our trip for a nap and a shower.
The missed flight was actually a blessing in disguise. It gave us a day to rest, do some laundry and re-organize ourselves. I had some paperwork I needed to finish for my upcoming contract in Bolivia, so it was the perfect time to get it sorted out and finished up. We also hadn’t gotten a good glimpse of the Kuala Lumpur Tower all lit up at night when we were in KL the first time. So the rooftop bar of our hostel was the perfect place to relax and wrap up Malaysia.











