Beach Bliss: Pangkor Laut Resort, Malaysia
The carrot dangling at the end of the worst day ever was a 3 night stay at Pangkor Laut Resort. When we decided to skip the Bali leg of our SE Asia trip, we scoured the internet for a new place to indulge in a “beach break”. The Maldives & the Phillipines were among our final contenders, but with a flight already booked to Kuala Lumpur, Pangkor Laut boasted everything we were looking for- “close”, luxurious & a moderately priced over water bungalows. Without hesitation/due diligence we booked our stay at the luxe resort located on the Straits of Mallaca.
After what may go down as the worst day in our history abroad, we were faced with another hefty expense to charter a boat to the island that houses Pangkor Laut Resort. One of our only major complaints about the resort was the fact that you were left with ZERO options to get to the island, other than their chartered speed boat (or an Ironman length swim). We were left with two dismal options- sleep in our rental car or pay the price to get to the island(where we had already pre-paid for the current night). At this point, given the hour & the guzzling of wine upon arrival, we knew that there was only one option. After the most handsome man in Malaysia loaned us money to pay for our parking expense & loaded our luggage onto the boat, we were finally on our way to the island. COMIN’ IN HOT!!!!
Once our absurdly expensive private charter boat made the 5 minute journey to the island, we were greeted at the jetty by the general manager. He served us a lovely welcome beverage & provided us with our WIFI device (AKA lifeline) before leading us to our over-water bungalow. In our bungalow a massive bento box full of delicious snacks was waiting for us, alongside a fully stocked cash mini bar. Although it was nearly 1:30am we still tried to take advantage of our luxurious digs & amenities. We hoovered all our snacks, opened a bottle of wine & jumped into our hot tub overlooking the Straits of Malacca. Not sure if it was the wine consumption or the pure delirium, but we were finally able to have a giggle over crashing a rental car 5 minutes after driving it out of the lot. We tucked ourselves in for the night just shy of dawn, confident tomorrow would be a better day.
Once we woke, we headed to the lobby for our orientation that was supposed to take place the previous afternoon. We were briefed on the resort’s amenities & dining options, all of which were at an additional charge. We absorbed the info as best we could while still working with wine saturated brains & both laser focused on the breakfast buffet in the background.
Once we were done breakfast we went back to our bungalow to change and pack up some necessities before going to the beach on the other side of the island. The resort has vans to transport the guests from one side of the island to the other. It was a fairly seamless process and we got to the beach a few minutes later. Alternatively, there is a “jungle trek” you can use to walk to the other side of the island where the private beach awaits you. (we opted for the bus through out our stay. Ain’t nobody got time for a jungle trek when you’re on a beach break.)
Bless that little van that delivered us to the glorious private beach.
There were maybe 10 other people scattered along the shore. The lounge chairs were plush, perfectly positioned & adorned by luxurious beach towels. Not long after settling in an employee came by with a bucket of ice filled with bottled water & offered us bar service should we be interested. Did someone say BAR SERVICE!? It was 5 o’ clock somewhere. MARGARITAS, PLZ. The beach was fantastic & we seriously relaxed and enjoyed just doing nothing.
For the next two glorious days we split our time between the beach & the pool. When we weren’t in either of those places we were at the breakfast buffet smuggling food for lunch, enjoying the view from our overwater bungalow, or bathing in the most luxurious & picturesque tub we’ve ever laid our eyes upon.
On our last night we made friends with a German couple visiting their good friend in Kuala Lumpur, and he had brought them to Pangkor Laut to vacation outside the city for a few days. We made fast friends, talking and laughing until well past our bed time. Before the evening was over the German couple had already invited us to stay at their house whenever we make it out for Oktoberfest.
Not only did we need a little salt air in our hair, but we needed to meet people like this who reminded us what we love most about traveling; the friendships, the laughs, the camaraderie. It was the perfect evening to usher out our stay at Pangkor Laut.
All too soon (and with pretty intense hangovers) we were on our way back to the mainland.
Things were going way too smooth that morning…
Once we were about an hour into our journey back to Kuala Lumpur, my cell phone started to explode with phone calls from an unknown number. I’d say after the 15th call, I finally answered & it was the resort calling to inform us we’d left one of our passports in our bungalow’s safe…
OK, MALAYSIA. WE GET IT.
WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY NOW.
(Well, as soon as we both have passports to allow us to exit.)
Like this post? Pin it!