After a morning in the very nice Penang museum, I had lunch with an old flatmate from my Wellington days. It was very nice to catch up over a delicious lunch.
I took an evening flight at 1835 across the Straits of Malacca to land at Polonia Airport (you’d think it was in Poland) at 1820. There is an hour time difference and we arrive before we depart, kind of.
The cabin announcement said upon landing “Alhamdulillah, kita sudah mendarat di Lapangan Terbang Polonia” … or Praise God we’ve landed at Polonia Airport.
I think the crew were pleased to see us disembark … there were many pushy people onboard who wanted their landing cards when it was evident that the crew were working as quickly as possible to distribute them in an orderly fashion during the very short flight.
The airport was just on the edge of the city so it wasn’t a long ride to the Residence Hotel for my single night stay.
I’ve been told by many travellers (and the guidebooks confirm) that Medan is one of the ugliest places. To me, it doesn’t seem any worse than many (or some) of the places I’ve been to. Tomorrow should be better as I shall be on an island in the crater-lake up in the highlands.