Butterworth to Ipoh. 108 miles.
Beer is definitely not as easy to get as I would like! Most hotels don’t seem to have a bar, so last night I went in search as normal. Went in the closest shop to the hotel, but they didn’t have any but one of the men pointed me in the direction of another shop. Sensing that I wasn’t too sure where he meant he took it upon himself to take me there. I could see my old mate Eddie who used to run my local shop doing that, he’d have just told you to get lost, but in a more expletive way! Anyway we got to the shop in question but they didn’t have any, but they directed us to another shop, but again no luck. Eventually after a couple more shops we found some beer and all this time the bloke from the first shop was acting as my guide just because he wanted to help, although I bet he wished he never bothered in the end!
Didn’t get off to a very good start this morning had trouble finding the right road, every route I went led to the motorway, so in the end I decided to just go for it I’d had enough of going around in circles. Got on it and went down one junction, thinking I needed to get off I did, but I should have stayed on it so I quickly turned around and got back on it. After a hundred yards or so there was a policeman on a motorbike sitting on the hard shoulder! So I thought best play the dumb tourist, which I’m very good at, it comes naturally! I pulled up to him smiled and said where I was trying to go, he simply said go to the next junction about a kilometre away, turn round and head back down the motorway and then you’ll pick up the signs and the road you want! And there was me thinking he was going to have a go at me!