I have seen enough cats the previous day that were not even real and I needed a break from them. The Actress and I agreed to roam around today in search of Georgetown’s street art while trying to insert a few hours of work and Facebook in between.
As usual, we started the day by devouring everything that the hostel staff has spread on the breakfast table. It was still a bit early so we had the luxury of taking our time to eat our food and sip our coffees. Unfortunately, Hot Asian Dude was nowhere to be found that morning, and I only saw him when we were about to go out―and he was fully clothed much to my dismay. There are guys that should be downright banned from wearing clothes. Ever.
Anyway, our first order of business is the murals we haven’t seen yesterday. I particularly like Ernest Zacharevic’s work because they’re beautifully raw and each has a unique story to tell, but they all blend perfectly well with Penang’s culture, heritage and neighborhoods. Too bad that some of his artworks are starting to fade while others have been totally erased. Thankfully, though, he finally considered restoring his surviving murals just recently. So that’s another reason for me to go back and visit Penang once more. Maybe I’ll drag my sister one of these days over there.
Zacharevic should be credited for starting this street art revolution in Georgetown, Penang. A lot of local artists followed suit and their works can now be found all around the island. Even the Despicable Me Minions have found their way in Penang, too.
By noon, The Actress and I made our way to Restoran Kapitan for some much needed Malaysian cuisine. We only had two days left before we leave Penang and cross over to Thailand; gotta stock up on those Malaysian dishes while we still can. Who knows when I’ll be back again here in Malaysia? The Actress had her usual nasi goreng ayam (which is something she continuously craved for when we returned in the Philippines) and I had roti canai. There’s just something about dipping those flatbreads in a variety of curry sauces and popping them into your mouth. Okay, Imma stop right there before I get a severe craving for roti and book a flight to Malaysia.
We hit the streets again by late afternoon and searched for Penang’s famous welded iron wall caricatures. These sculptures integrate history, humor, and a helluva lot of wry commentaries that give you a peek to Penang’s local culture during the early settlement days. Some caricatures even offer explanations on how certain streets were named, while others depict amusing encounters between tourists and the locals and Penang’s traditional culture.
The Actress and I also took the time to appreciate Penang’s old houses and buildings. While other people find these structures eerie, I’ve always seen them as interesting. Behind their closed doors and windows and dilapidated walls, these buildings seem to hide several years’ worth of stories that are just waiting for the right person to uncover them. That’s just what I think. It is also probable that a dangerous mutant might be locked up in one of those properties, just waiting for me to unleash him. But do not worry. I’ve watched enough apocalyptic thrillers to know that I should not be doing such a stupid thing.
Unfortunately for me, The Actress and I still stumbled upon some of those cat artworks. We even saw a cat-themed store and cafe near our hostel. There goes my break from feline-y stuff. But Bruce Lee is obviously not happy that the cats are invading Georgetown, Penang. Bahaha!