The Things You See
17 June 2020
The Recovery, Movement Control Order is easing here. To quote the song lyrics;
Guys are swimming
Guys are sailing
I guess we’ll have some fun
If it stops raining.
Nonetheless, new guests are arriving at the hotel encumbered with all the hallmarks of a tourist - Wheelie bags, Gucci handbags, screaming weans and the obligatory face mask. Us raggedy ass, sun tanned one-time cruisers, but now long term residents of the Malaysian version of Alcatraz, look at the new arrivals warily, wondering what bugs they might be importing to our private isolation ward. They look at us warily, wandering if they’ve inadvertently booked a long weekend on an upmarket leper colony.
Ashore on the big island, the shuttered and economically battered shops and stalls are very slowly beginning to come back to a semblance of life. There’s still only maybe five to ten percent actually open, all selling the same “Luscious Langkawi” luminescent T-shirts. Sounds of banging and sweeping emanate from the next phase of openings. No doubt they’ll be flogging kiss-me-quick hats. There’s even a few folk sunning themselves on the beach. Well, three of them.
A few cafes and restaurants are offering “Covid Specials”. Ten to fifty percent off their already extremely cheap prices, meaning they basically pay you to come and eat.
Two butter chicken curries, one fruity Kashmiri naan, one large portion of rice, a Coke Light and a green tea....... stuffed to the gunwhales for something like eight quid. Makes you feel a bit guilty. Especially when you key it all into the calorie count app.
Anyway, it’s good to see these signs of life, less so the first jet-ski tour which went roaring past the marina this morning.
The things you see when you haven’t got a rifle.