The six of us left Tanah Rata together, a band of travelers who had formed some bond over beer and idle dorm room gossip in the days leading up to departure. Each had time to kill and enough spontaneity to head in the direction of the unknown. Someone pointed on the map, the others nodded in agreement and so the Pangkor Plan was formed. The next few days were a blur of sun worship, sunburn, sunstroke, many rounds of vodka and inedible food. The mosquitoes feasted, jellyfish stung, and everyone suffered sea rock cuts and grazes that all seemed to require (according to the boys) immediate nursing attention. Outside was hot, the water was cold, the AC was freezing and a particular size of towel/hot pants were altogether way too small! All that aside however, there
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