Monday, 2 June 2008

Penang, Malaysia

It doesn't get any better than this. Though the ride from KL to Penang was less than enjoyable, what with me holding my bladder for more than an hour, the end-destination was the door to heaven.

Shangri-la Resort and SPA is the epitome of paradise. Not only did my dad receive an upgrade to the exclusive Rasa Wing, the best of the best, with an executive lounge that serves free drinks all day and pre-dinner finger bites, he also managed to get free breakfast and dinner in the Spice Market of Shangri-la.

As much as Spice Market sounds like some inexpensive wet Middle-East Market, it is far from its name. The restaurant is as big as the lobby itself, immersed in a dimmed, Italian atmosphere, with endless good food that is arranged in a neat maze, for you to meander through and choose your food at leisure. At night, the place in brimming with cuisines from all over the world, you have your pick: Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Malaysian, etc. The food you find there is typical of any five star restaurant's buffet, but of much higher quality and taste.

Currently, I'm sitting in my lotus position in the Rasa Wing Lounge, exclusively for executive members of Shangri-la only. Free internet, peaceful ambience, an array of freshly squeezed juice, coffee, tea or wine at your fingertips, amiable service and an enormous balcony to bring you a step closer to Mother Nature... I can sit here all day long if not for the pool's call.

Take a five-minute walk from the lounge and you can practically taste the salty sea on your tongue. As romantic as it sounds, I am no fan of the ocean and would prefer to float comfortably in the swimming pool. However, I did go para-sailing yesterday, with my sister trembling in front of me. We flew in the air, like eagles soaring in the sky and you can't hear anything but the wind. As the wind howls louder, we leviate higher. Look down and you will see the sea, calmer than the busy beach, but more dangerous than the pile of sand. You see the length of the beach, and you find it short when you'd taken 30 minutes to walk half of it. You feel free. For once, I didn't feel the presence of 'O' Levels lurking behind me, overshadowing my every step. For once, I didn't feel the need to pretend. For once, I flew, and left everything else behind me.

As much as I would like to continue expounding on how this place just reeks of quality and elegance, my orange juice has finished and my battery is running low.

Like I said, it doesn't get any better than this.

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