Narrowboatboy’s Big, Bad Blog...Narrowboat & Travel blog based on Lancaster Canal

The blog is temporarily down due to technical errors - normal service will resume at some point. In the meantime here is a song by the Crash Test Dummies.

There is a reason why folk moved out of the jungle!  It’s full of creepy bugs and wild creatures that will bite yer balls off at a moment’s notice. This is why we were upgraded… The new place is Tiger Rock, a luxurious, exclusive private, low impact and sustainable retreat where you get looked after by dedicated staff serving excellent cuisine, prepared and cooked by a chef using only seasonal local ingredients from Pangkor Island to produce a culinary experience of the flavours from Malaysia.  Set within a protected area of rainforest with Giant hornbills above and troupes of cheeky monkeys peering at you from every angle.       All set in a beautiful established garden. With a private lounge and infinity pool.   Or two…   Oh, and of course…a tiger!  “They’re Grrreat…” https://www.tigerrock.info/ It really is the dogs…. Who are you?

It’s time to apply the deet…we are heading for the Malaysian jungle! It’s only natural that you get down to basics now and again and spend some time appreciating how our forefathers lived, like Tarzan. It wasn’t long before we were under the canopy, and sweating like pigs, into the dense, primary rainforest. In the distance we could hear the courtship calls of the cicada’s, like small car alarms going off.      We carried on regardless, going ‘deeper and deeper into the under growfth’. I could hear the lispy botanist David Bellamy in my head and picture his round, hairy, bearded face, creepily poking out from behind a thicket of palm frongs… We soldiered on, as the path disappeared we hacked our way through the whispering grass and the spikey rattan, now humid and hot we resembled Don Estelle & Windsor Davies of ‘It ain’t half hot mum’, circa 1974 fame… Suddenly we came across a large python in the bushes, hissing at us…was this a warning? “Sssstay on the path” We con...

Holidays should be about taking it easy with a fair bit of lozzocking about instead of running around frantically like a sand crab. Wellness and mindfulness is high up the agenda these days so I need to put the reluctance and doubt behind me and embrace the opportunities. Open minded to new ideas, I decided to offer my body and soul to a tried and trusted local Chinese alternative medicinal practice that offered a variety of holistic healing claiming benefits to my health not to mention increased energy, improved blood circulation and correction of any hormonal imbalances I may have. So I signed up for an hour of soothing, pampering, calming bliss that is Reflexology. It’s been going since 2500 BC, and it’s an ancient type of zone massage perfected by Egyptians . I’m no expert but Iv read up a bit so let me explain. By rubbing your feet in different places, these ‘zones’ correlate with different organs in your body so, for instance, if you are struggling with ‘belly wazz’ you just need...

Fantastic to watch the pair of hornbills again hopping about in the garden.      We leave here today so il leave you just with some pics from this well established, beautiful and tropical garden that we have thoroughly enjoyed, full of birds and flowers.       Come into the garden by NIck Drake, off the album ‘Family Tree’…sad that he died at only 26…

Been here a few days now so some faces are starting to look familiar at the Sandy Spoon breakfast bar and naturally they have been appointed nicknames. There’s ‘Smiler’ who serves and looks as miserable as sin everyday, ‘Gunter’, a sour looking bald German fella with a chunky wife and then our favourite, ‘Fannypack’ who only has one pair of shorts and shirt and walks around sporting a massive, fully loaded, multi-zipped bum bag at all times. fanny pack noun   [  C  ]   US UK      / ˈfæn.i ˌpæk /   US      / ˈfæn.i ˌpæk / ( US  also   waist pack ) ;  ( UK   bumbag ) Morning fun is also had by turning the toast machine up to 11 when finished and sitting back to watch the pandemonium when the next sucker sticks in the bread and is helpless to retract the burning slice from the rotating incinerator before it’s too late… Rules must be obeyed though, Wet ‘Cloths’ will NOT be tolerated. That said, Iv already broken my o...

Why is there always one shoe on every beach…? Is it just me alone wondering this? In my 57 and 3/4 years Iv been to many beaches and I can honestly say that I have never lost footwear. Sunglasses?…yes, by the bucket load, but Iv always got home without having to hop. What is it about folk when they leave the beach they don’t check? Hmmm…Iv got my trousers, my hat, my car keys and my wallet…oh, hang on…why have I only got one shoe on?? It’s pretty obvious to me but admittedly I ain’t your average Joe. Not much to report today, apart from the sad washed-up sandal…it’s a ‘sign’ that its been a slow day but we have carefully circumnavigated the island clockwise again looking for the elusive bloody hornbills but only saw scraggy macaque monkeys and a large monitor lizard. As the sun started to set I spotted a Tiger… This blog is looking a bit ropey… Better luck and much more effort tomorrow…I’d like to promise!! “Shoeless in your favourite dress You walk the shores The waves carress your fe...