We are travelers and our journey is like an endless succession of colorful pictures, just like life.
And again and again we have to re-evaluate ourselves and our situation, how we feel, health-wise and emotionally, reclassify. This journey is not a lifestyle product but our lives in many chapters.
No, I am not writing a travel blog and we can’t wait for someone to show us the right path. We take the one that is in front of us and are happy when it gives us a little stopover in a place like this one. Georgetown.
Streetpepper is not a blog about the most beautiful, stylish travel destinations, but about the effect our journey and the places we visit have on us. What do these places do to me? In a positive and negative sense. Sometimes planned, but mostly rather accidental, and above all unintentional.
And there is this place: Georgetown!
A cool place it is called, a place with many great restaurants it is called and above all, a place for many photo motifs with a lifestyle look. So good for a blog, for more clicks.
Actually, we only wanted to stay for 2 days. I didn’t like what I read about George Town. It’s all about Michelin stars, sourdough bread, mozzarella bar and wood-fired pizza ovens. Numerous fancy coffee shops are on the way through the alleys. Strikingly, the restaurants that are also on the way and frequented by locals are also frequented only by locals.
I have often read that “Georgetown is the coolest place in Malaysia” and well, I don’t know if that is true, but we stayed 3 days longer.
There is something unique about this town and that may also be due to the fact that a Chinese and an Indian discovered this jewel and saved the historic Georgetown from decay in an unprecedented rescue operation. The harbour town has been on the Unesco World Heritage List since 2008.
I don’t know where to start with all the enthusiasm that overcame me. Chinese pagodas, Indian temples, Christian churches, mosques, colonial houses can be found here in a very small space. The narrow streets of the historic centre are bustling with activity. There is hardly a house that is not occupied by small craftsmen’s workshops. In cookshops, dim sum is steamed and spicy curries are cooked on the fire.
And because I was so excited and couldn’t understand what fascinated me so much at first, I looked further and found this ethnic diversity that makes George Town so unique.
Malays, Indians, Chinese, Armenians and Japanese, English and Germans, Filipinos and Indonesians. There is a regional identity here on the island and it is based on the fact that everyone is not from here, even the Malays. The whole population here is descended from immigrants.
And the city is young. It almost seems as if many of the young people want to rediscover their culture, which has largely disappeared in the other metropolises of Southeast Asia.
And where there are young people, of course, street art cannot be missing!
Known and unknown artists have immortalized themselves and often tell the story of their ancestors.
A city to stroll around on foot and always discover new things on your own. For photographers, an endless playing field with an infinite number of colors.
