Now this is what I call room service

The worst thing about being a Malaysian is growing up and hearing all those supernatural stories and stuff...and getting influenced by them. So much so an irrational fear takes over and when it involves driving out of an ancient, no, very , very, very ancient forest, even I ,would rather stay indoors. I don't care if you think I'm stupid, I'm not taking any chances.

After devouring the cup noodles, we were still hungry. This is where room service comes in very handy.

But you know, where we're staying , is in the very "teratas" category . To give you an indication, if you were to throw a paper plane 100 percent you would hit a Mat Salleh, so, the prices well, you gotta have something in your pockets.

Which....fetches this to your abode. 

The table can be extended to look like a nice romantic dining table, so you old couple, can get smoochy and lovey dovey in complete privacy without young gawkers snickering away .

How the food is kept hot. No problem, no matter how far away your room is located from the kitchen.

Walla !

Now this is what I call room service ! Nice !

Someone needs to have eggs everyday.

The amount splashed here could have bought us 3 trays at Tesco. Oh never mind, just enjoy yourself.

Loved the hash browns. As good as those in Oz. 

Pizza margharita for the second time today.

Still good, but me thinks it tasted much, much better down at  The Restaurant.

Am unable to show you a close up of the Nasi Goreng with delicious dried shrimps , tasty, very spicy sambal on the side and succulently thick , thick, super duper thick, chicken satay cos, that's the best part about being a Malaysian....one taste, and then poof ! Demolished ! 

Total damage : temporary amnesia but worth it

Location : The Andaman, Langkawi