23 November 2009 - Lake of Pregnant Maiden, Dayung Bunting, Malaysia. A fresh water lake where the backdrop of trees form the silhouette of a pregnant woman. See it?I stuffed all my stuff into my backpack and [bxA] paid six Malaysian riggits for a taxi to the Royal Langkawi Yacht Club. Hung out with Fuzz onshore for a while since they have wifi and we have laptops, then ...
went to town with Simon for some final provisioning. Saw the yummy crunchy fish I loved eating on Millennium...
...spotted the piles of Milo, which Alyssa turned me onto in the Maldives (Alyssa, please compile a photo album of our best Milo moments)...
...then about noon we motored away from Langkawi and on our way toward Thailand.
They told me we were stopping in a couple hours at a freshwater lake named Pregnant Maiden. Folklore has it that once you swim in the lake you get pregnant shortly after. Fiona's dad told her whatever she does, do not swim in that lake. Fiona swam laps. 
We anchored near the little island that surrounds the lake. Simon warned us not to carry bags ashore because there are monkeys, many many monkeys, and they will snatch our bags, crawl up a tree and toss our cameras and phones to the ground while scrounging for food. Yeah yeah, I know all about the monkeys... 
Simon insisted we plop down on the pier near a spot where dozens of catfish will swarm your feet if you dangle them in the water and sprinkle crackers for the fish to eat. How this ever came to be a tourist attraction I cannot imagine, but we did it and it was...fun. Or maybe funny? Creepy for sure. They're slimy and they slither and nibble back and forth across your feet. Patrick, Fuzz and I got a little playful kicking our feet around, then trying to catch the fish with our bare hands. (I felt it was good practice in case I am ever a contestant on Survivor.) We debated whether the fish were poisonous, dangerous, etc. Nah, couldn't be...or else they'd post a sign or something...
...it wasn't until we were on our way out that we spotted the sign:
"...please don't KICK or CATCH the fish...the sting is so PAINFUL..." We finished at the lake and continued on our journey, anchoring in a remote spot near a boat called Whim-O-Way...
The couple on Whim-O-Way invited us over for a beer so we dinghied over and watched the sunset while indulging in yachtie conversations about restoring old boats and everyone's favorite subject: pirates.
It's great to be back on a boat;)
3 comments:
ARGH !!!!! INDUSTRIAL SIZED 2KG MILO BAGS !!!!!! HOW COOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i miss sailing SOOOO much !!!! xxx's
EEK..........you can bet ya butt that catfish stings are painful AND they can also can scar...*&^%$#@#$%.....YOWSA....I can't believe how lucky you both were, you should never EVER play with anything if you don't know for sure what it is, wassa matta wif ya, HUH ?!?!?!?! cripes above, first you almost get cliffed by a crispy haired looneytune, then almost drown and now you are playing with poisonous fish, GRRRR......obviously somebody up there somewhere is looking after your butts !
funny story. When are you posting the kings cup racing stuff and the moonlight night disco party. Talking Simon back to the boat was funny. Life's wierd.
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