I went to Penang with my friend and had to use the bus.
Which to resident KL-folk sounds beyond awful.
But it was actually a very pleasant experience.
We merrily hopped on and went halfway across the island, landing at the Spice Garden, for a mere RM3.70.
After a delightfully educational tour and some delicious, mountain-top, sea-view food, we wanted to head back.
[101, that'll take you there. For real.]
The downside of buses, of course, is that you have to wait for them.
They're supposed to be every 15 minutes.
But if you've just missed one, that's quite a long time to sit by the road.
We waited a while.
But it was getting dark and it was a winding, coastal road.
So we waited some more.
We leaned against the road safety barrier.
Took photos with excited kids.
And then spotted an opportunity.
2 young, mat salleh, traveling boys.
With a car.
If anyone's gonna give you a ride, I'd be them.
Friend: [silently] Are you going that way?
She pointed down the road.
Unprepared for this decisive action...but cool!
I glanced over to check the response.
Slightly blank faces...
She boldly continued.
Pointed at us - then at their car - then down the road.
With girly, questioning eyes.
And they declined us!
Awkwardly trying not to look, they shook their heads.
I watched as they drove past, bashful, still shyly shaking their innocent-looking heads and holding up their hands.
Which struck me as odd.
And my friend had the same, wordless feeling.
We looked at each other.
Friend: …Did they think...
Me: ...we're prostitutes?
Then the bus came.