Permuteran

Goody was in goody form that day. He’d spent some time with his family and had a spring in his step. We continued driving along the north coast. It’s a lovely stretch and smells of clove and cinnamon. We stopped at a little town called Permuteran and took quite a while to find somewhere to stay as everywhere was either full or really overpriced. We ended up in a place that looked ok, but turned out to be a mozzie-infested hell hole. The air conditioning in our room would shut itself off every hour and we’d wake up hot and confused each time. Fortunately, we were under a mosquito net, but the bathroom was swarming.

The beach was pretty and quiet, again with that quirky, gravelly black sand.