According to the Guide Books, a chilled-out party town on MAlaysia's East Coast. According to M & Tyson, a dead zone better avoided. I thought the many goats wandering in packs [is that the correct term? i presume not...] in the main street of town were sort of cute though.
Our chalet was cute - and right near the beach, located next to a stagnant pond with plenty of life growing inside. Actually it was pretty good. Lots of weird night noises though. And some big lizards nearby. Scotch and warm water was the perfect solution. Well, if not the perfect solution, the best solution available.
Some good Malaysian food at street stalls. And possibly the worst meal I've ever eaten at a faux-Italian restaurant. The town has lots and lots of accomodation and many, many restaurants but appeared to have a total of approx 15 Western visitors and some Malaysian visitors (but they largely stayed away from the beach in a very crappy 'luxury resort' [very loose description] in a separate section of town).
A tourist town with no tourists has a very weird energy.
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