A Trip to Malaysia Essay
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A Trip to Malaysia
Travelling is a sense of adventure that excites people, and also is a big chance for us to learn about other cultures and the way people live their lives. While many tourists travel to France, England or some famous countries in Europe, fewer travel to a small country in Asia. As someone who loves to explore and enjoy new things, 3 years ago in the summer, my boyfriend and I decided to backpack to Malaysia. It was a fantastic trip and an amazing experience for us that you should definitely try it. In this country, there are three destinations that travelers should not miss: the Petronas Twin Towers, Golden Triangle area, and The Genting Highland Park. When we arrived into Kuala Lumpur, we headed straight to the…show more content…
We ate dinner at one of the restaurant at the base and watched the musical fountain show after.
The second night, when the sky is turn in to dark, it is time to dine in and have some drinks at a modern bar in the Golden Triangle area, which is also known as a place for shopping and savouring nightlife. This area is suitable for young hearted people with all night clubs, bars, discotheques, spas… For someone who doesn’t like to go those places, you can try the special massage in this city, called Fish Massage. The good way to have fun and definitely something to talk about when returning home is that you should let those “Doctor Fish” gently nibble your toes. Kangko Fish Spa was the place that we went to relax our feet. There was a big tank where my boyfriend and I put our feet, and dozens of fish nibbled them, cleaning off all the dead skin. Once we got over the initial ticklishness, we found it was very relaxing. There were a several tanks with different sizes of fish. The smaller fish will equate to more like a massage chair set on a high vibration, where as the bigger ones are a little slower but more forceful. I was laughing non-stop because of those ticklishness, and my boyfriend had a good time laughing along with me. Whenever I visit Malaysia, I will definitely go there again. The next day, we drove to the Genting
Colm Tóibín’s exhilarating House of Names (Viking £14.99) is a retelling of Aeschylus’s drama on the sacrificing by Agamemnon of his daughter Cassandra and its tragic consequences, including the murder of Agamemnon by his wife, Clytemnestra. The book has a controlled, hushed quality, like that of a Morandi still life, which only serves to heighten the terror and pity of the tale. Michael Longley’s latest collection, Angel Hill (Jonathan Cape £10) – what a genius he has for titles – is at once lush and elegiac, delicate and muscular, melancholy and thrilling. I shall not be going anywhere – hate holidays – but will stay happily at home, rereading Evelyn Waugh’s second world war Sword of Honour trilogy (Penguin £14.99). Pure bliss.
With five children to entertain, I’m not sure how much reading I’ll actually do on holiday in Santander this summer, but luckily I have already romped through my best summer books.
Haunted by the shadow of a father killed in a motorbike accident, William Giraldi’s The Hero’s Body (No Exit Press £9.99) is a terse, gripping memoir set in working-class New Jersey. Giraldi’s hyper-masculine childhood is a foil for his revelations on the true fragility of male identity. I loved Elizabeth Day’s glamorous thriller The Party (4th Estate £12.99), about a sinister secret between two friends that unravels in midlife. Day’s writing is both elegant and claustrophobic, and deeply revealing of how entrenched questions of class remain today. I could not put it down. And I galloped through Mr Darley’s Arabian (John Murray £25), Christopher McGrath’s brilliantly colourful romp through the extraordinary horses and scandalous characters who make up the history of British horse racing.
Neel Mukherjee’s AState of Freedom (Chatto & Windus £16.99) is a brilliant novel, deeply compassionate and painterly, reminding me of Howard Hodgkin’s paintings. Mukherjee brings to life the colours and sounds of a place where modern life is constantly crashing against tradition. And in my suitcase: Howard Jacobson’s Pussy(Vintage £12.99), because as much as I need to laugh, I also need to confirm that my sense of horror is not just in my imagination but indeed shared; David Goodhart’s The Road to Somewhere(C Hurst & Co £20), because I am still looking for clues as to how we got where we are, and where we might be headed next; Don DeLillo’s entire backlist, and a bit of Norman Mailer – because in retrospect, despite what one might call his “personality problems” with women, he was an amazing writer with a political eye.
Curiously, I’m coming to the UK, spending a month in Oxford, keen to look at a landscape other than my own.
I loved the novel The Idiot (Jonathan Cape £16.99) by Elif Batuman. It’s about a girl in her first year at Harvard in the mid-90s, and her email correspondence (when email is still new) with an older male student. The whole novel is full of hilarious, brilliant observations about writing, life and crushes. I was also blown away by Jane Mayer’s nonfiction book Dark Money (Scribe Publications £9.99), which meticulously, fascinatingly and horrifyingly explains how eccentric American billionaires hijacked our democracy. I’m travelling to see my sister in Providence, Rhode Island, this summer, and I’ll take the story collection Strangers to Temptation (Hub City £13.33) by Scott Gould (about a boy in the American south of the 1970s) and the novel Silver Sparrow (Algonquin) by Tayari Jones (about two girls in the American south of the 1980s). I’m hearing buzz about Jones’s 2018 novel (An American Marriage) so I thought I’d read this one first.
In the 11 skilfully detailed chapters of The Matter of the Heart (Bodley Head £20), Thomas Morris gives us the spectacular history of heart surgery. He spares us nothing and in gripping stories delivers everything you would want to know about his superbly chosen subject. Deaths of the Poets by Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts (Jonathan Cape £14.99) is a witty and erudite journey into the characters of doomed poets using location as a steer. Chatterton kicks off and along the way there are arguments for and against the notion of whether poets are especially doomed artists. Surprisingly entertaining. For my own travels, I shall be taking House of Names by Colm Tóibín (Viking £14.99). Tóibín’s recent masterworks, Brooklyn and Nora Webster, gave little intimation that he would home in on the bloodiest violence in Greek tragedy for this novel. I can’t wait to see what he does with it.
I’d recommend readers take poetry with them on holiday – poetry is so portable, travels light, but digs deep. I’d take Hollie McNish’s Nobody Told Me (Blackfriars £13.99), winner of this year’s Ted Hughes award, and a funny, very moving collection, taken originally from the poet’s diaries, about motherhood. Another wonderful debut is Kayombo Chingonyi’s Kumukanda (Chatto & Windus £10) – a subtle and affecting, lyrical and powerful collection that explores boyhood, rites of passage, the ancient and the modern world. I’d pack the small poetry pamphlet Toots by Alyson Hallett (Mariscat Press £6) – poems so fresh and enlivening, you want to knock back the whole book with a cold beer. I’m hoping to go to the Greek island of Halki. I went last year and loved it. And I’m going to pack George Mackay Brown’s short stories Andrina (Polygon £7.99), having just come back from St Magnus festival in Orkney. I love the mystery and militancy he weaves into stories like The Box of Fish. And I’m also going to take Maxine Beneba Clarke’s The Hate Race (Corsair £18.99) – a powerful memoir about growing up black in Australia.
Based on a True Story (Bloomsbury £12.99) by Delphine de Vigan (elegantly translated by George Miller) is a wonderful literary trompe l’oeil, a novel about identity and writing, reality and imagination. It’s dark, smart, compelling and extremely French. I also enjoyed James Lasdun’s The Fall Guy(Jonathan Cape £12.99), a creepy little satire in which several New Yorkers, none of them terribly appealing, escape the city heat for a summer in the Catskills, and Denise Mina’s bleak and atmospheric The Long Drop(Harvill Secker £12.99).
For my own holiday (rural East Sussex, near Eastbourne – the sunshine coast!), I will pack Amanda Craig’s The Lie of the Land (Little, Brown £16.99) and Susie Steiner’s Persons Unknown(Harper Collins £12.99).
Definitely take two titles from the Bailey’s prize longlist this year (both of which, I think, are better than the winner): CE Morgan’s The Sport of Kings (4th Estate £16.99), contender for the Great American Novel, and Heather O’Neill’s The Lonely Hearts Hotel (Quercus £16.99). For your teen, After the Fire (Usborne £8.99) by Will Hill – a tough, enthralling YA novel about the Waco cult. I just got back from holiday, where I finally read Wilkie Collins’s The Woman in White(Alma Books £4.99), which is, if we’re honest, ridiculous but ridiculously enjoyable, and Adam Johnson’s fascinating Pulitzer prize-winning novel about North Korea, The Orphan Master’s Son(Black Swan £8.99). Go big; you’ve got the time.
I strongly recommend Lawrence Osborne’s forthcoming novel Beautiful Animals(Hogarth £14.99), about two young women who try to help a refugee washed up on the Greek island where their families are holidaying. The altruism doesn’t end well… I’m also intrigued by Dirk Kurbjuweit’s novel Fear (Text Publishing), about a stalker living downstairs. I’m not finished, but so far so good. While in both NY and on a quick first trip to Mexico, I also hope to get through Preparation for the Next Life (Oneworld £8.99) by Atticus Lish, a strenuous recommendation by my friend Tracy Chevalier, and perhaps to finally have a go at CE Morgan’s The Sport of Kings (4th Estate £16.99).
Sebastian Barry’s Days Without End (Faber £8.99) is a novel so rich with character, so visceral in its action, that you literally hold your breath reading it. The character and voice of Thomas McNulty who escapes the Irish famine and becomes embroiled in both the American Indian wars and the American civil war will last in your mind much longer than your summer holiday. For a fast-paced, brilliantly constructed thriller with a difference, reach for Robert Harris’s Conclave (Cornerstone £20). All you wanted to know about the Vatican but were too scared to ask. I’ll be taking Richard Ford’s memoir Between Them: Remembering My Parents (Bloomsbury £12.99) in my own book bag in preparation for interviewing the author at the Edinburgh book festival (and also rereading Canada, which I loved first time around) as well as Judy Murray’s Knowing the Score: My Family and Our Tennis Story (Chatto & Windus £18.99) because, quite simply, she is inspirational, passionate and great fun. I admire her enormously and there’s always the chance that my serve might improve.
Dadland (Vintage £8.99) by Keggie Carew is a brilliant, bittersweet biography of her maverick, charismatic father Tom Carew. He was an undercover agent in Vichy France, a guerrilla fighter, “Lawrence of Burma”, and very possibly the inspiration for his friend Patricia Highsmith’s infamous character Ripley. We Do Things Differently: The Outsiders Rebooting Our World (Profile £12.99) by Mark Stevenson is an inspiring book that makes you feel optimistic about the future; much needed at this moment in time. I have just finished reading Zeitoun (Penguin £9.99) by Dave Eggers – a chilling factual account of a family caught up in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans and an indictment of Bush’s America. I wonder how the inevitable climate-related disasters will fare under Trump?
You can’t go wrong with Harriet Harman’s wonderful autobiography A Woman’s Work (Allen Lane £20) – it’s just so human and inspiring, and my favourite book of the year so far. The Nature Fix (WW Norton & Co £20) by Florence Williams is an ideal holiday pick too, chock-full of insights about the health benefits of spending time in nature. (It turns out that lying on the beach is good for you.) And if you’re worried about the state of the world, Matthew Bolton’s brilliant How to Resist (Bloomsbury £9.99) shows how each of us can do our bit to fight populism.
As for me, I’ll be packing Arundhati Roy’s new novel The Ministry of Utmost Happiness (Hamish Hamilton £18.99), which I’ve been saving for my travels. I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.
When I go on holiday I love to read short stories. Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? (Granta £12.99) by the film-maker Kathleen Collins is a beautiful collection, written in the 60s and 70s, but unpublished in her lifetime. I also love the language and surprises in Irenosen Okojie’s collection Speak Gigantular (Jacaranda Books Art Music Ltd £8.99). For August, I have pre-ordered We That Are Young (Galley Beggar Press £9.99) by Preti Taneja. It sounds wonderful – an epic family tale involving corruption and betrayal that looks to hold a mirror to our times.
I need you to read four books, so I’ll be brief. The Man Booker-shortlisted Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin (Oneworld £12.99) is a single afternoon’s disturbing read that will haunt you for weeks. Joe Moshenska’s A Stain in the Blood: The Remarkable Voyage of Sir Kenelm Digby (Cornerstone £20) reads like a thrilling historical novel but amazingly happens to be nonfiction. The Fact of a Body by Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich (Macmillan £20) is the best true-crime reportage and simultaneously the best memoir I’ve read for several years. And The Unaccompanied by Simon Armitage (Faber £14.99) won me over completely after a period of several years in which I suffered a profound allergy to poetry of all kinds.
My own summer reading (during a week in Portugal and a week in Switzerland in an attempt to satisfy all family members) will be the new translation of The Arabian Nights by Malcolm C Lyons (Penguin Classics). It’s three volumes of a thousand pages each so it may be my reading for the following summer as well.
I’ve been reading a lot of nonfiction lately and three very different books that I’ve admired are: The Fact of a Body by Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich (Macmillan £20), true crime in the same category as Truman Capote or Janet Malcolm; A Secret Sisterhood by Emily Midorikawa and Emma Claire Sweeney (Aurum Press £20), about friendship between famous female writers; and Hannah Lowe’s engaging cross-cultural memoir, Long Time No See (Periscope £9.99). It’s time for some novels on holiday – I think it’s going to be Croatia this year – and we’re living in a golden age for genre-busting fiction, narrative-driven books that are still beautifully written. Among the many I’m looking forward to catching up with are The Party by Elizabeth Day (4th Estate £12.99), The Lie of the Land by Amanda Craig (Little, Brown £16.99) and two debuts, You Don’t Know Me by Imran Mahmood (Michael Joseph £12.99) and Conversations With Friends by Sally Rooney (Faber £14.99) – good prose and a secret waiting to be unlocked are always a winning combination for me.
No suitcase should be without a copy of The Tidal Zone by Sarah Moss (Granta £12.99) – one of the sharpest, most startlingly original novels I’ve read in years. And while A Manual for Heartache by Cathy Rentzenbrink (Picador £8.99) might not sound like holiday reading, it’s the perfect choice for anyone keen to use the time off to make sense of any recent emotional upheaval.
Many people I respect have raved about Amy Liptrot’s The Outrun (Canongate £8.99), so I’ll be taking that to a yoga retreat in Sweden. And Fran Cooper’s debut novel These Dividing Walls (Hodder & Stoughton £14.99) will be coming with me on a weekend trip to Paris: it’s set in the city, and I can’t resist a location-appropriate holiday read.
I recommend: The Djinn Falls in Love&OtherStories, edited by Mahvesh Murad and Jared Shurin (Solaris £10.99), entertaining, sexy, and mischievous; The Power (Penguin £12.99) an enthrallingly told Cassandra-like prophecy from the ever-inventive Naomi Alderman; and Lesley Nneka Arimah’s tales, What It Means When a Man Falls from the Sky (Headline £14.99), ranging from the memorably weird to the delicate and psychological. I’ll be going to Sicily, and am packing Jerry Brotton, This Orient Isle: Elizabethan England and the Islamic World (Allen Lane £20), which continues his brilliant recovery of the intertwined Mediterranean, and Jack Zipes’s Catarina the Wise (University of Chicago Press £15), a fabulous dish of frutti di mare.
Two books have stood out for me so far this year: Keggie Carew’s Dadland (Chatto & Windus £16.99) and Francesca Segal’s The Awkward Age (Chatto & Windus £14.99). Carew’s memoir about her father follows a winding, extraordinary path through the thickets of dementia and the jungles of Burma – a thrilling, bloody, educative history of Churchill’s Special Operations Executive (AKA the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare) in the second world war combined ingeniously with a tender, moving, funny portrait of the author’s father. Segal’s The Awkward Age is a very smart, soulful, compelling, elegantly written domestic novel about a wedged-together family, and what can go wrong when teenage children decide they have minds (and hormones) of their own. I will be sitting on a sun-lounger reading Glenn Frankel’s High Noon: The Hollywood Blacklist and the Making of an American Classic(Bloomsbury £30), Naomi Alderman’s The Power (Penguin £12.99), and one of the many classics that I have hitherto ignored, Willa Cather’s Death Comes for the Archbishop (Virago £8.99).
I recommend A Bold and Dangerous Family (Chatto & Windus £20), Caroline Moorehead’s humane and engrossing book about two brothers, both courageous anti-fascists, murdered by Mussolini’s hit men. Also Standard Deviation (4th Estate £12.99) – Katherine Heiny’s novel is a comic masterpiece and her Audra is the funniest heroine ever. A faltering marriage, a vulnerable child, an origami class full of seriously weird loners – dark material transformed into pure gold by Heiny’s spot-on comic timing. I’ll be in Suffolk rereading another comic masterpiece – The Diary of a Nobody