A man can walk only so far. But a man can always get a motorbike. “Sorry sir, we cannot lend you a bike without the driving license.” Thailand was so easy.

That’s when I stopped Mizi, a taxi driver. It was around 12pm and I had just checked out from the hotel in the main town of Langkawi island. All I wanted was a day at Makam Mahsuri and then a night at the beach.

“40 for a trip to Makam Mahsuri and 30 for the beach. Or you can hire the taxi for four hours in 120.”

Deal. Let’s visit Mahsuri first!

“It’s just an ancient story, why do you want to go there?”

“Because I write about ancient love stories. That’s what keeps me alive.”

“You know I don’t believe in the story. How the blood was white when she was killed. Everybody has red blood.”

Oh boy.

I told him that he didn’t need to take everything literally or believe in all the details. The details you don’t find trustworthy may be there to convey something else. He wasn’t convinced. But he still took me to Mahsuri. Worth the visit. (It deserves a separate post; coming up next.)

“Okay, now the Book Village.”

“I don’t know where that is; let me ask someone,” he unlocks his phone.

“You know what, take me to the Buffalo Farm, the Book Village is close to it.”

“Why do you want to see the Buffalo Farm?”

Err, I don’t write about buffalos, what do I tell him.

“I just like buffalos, could you please take me there.”

“You ask me to go to weird places. Nobody goes there. It’s been one year since I am driving a taxi in Langkawi and only once has somebody asked me to go to the Buffalo farm and the Book village.”

“Who was it?”

“You. Today.”

Haha. That was a good one.

Then we went on to see almost all of Langkawi. From waterfalls to crocodile farm, to Burnt Rice to oriental village. It could have been a lot better on a bike, but it was really nice in a car too. The whole island is a beauty. You should come here once in your life.