We spent a couple of days in Port Dickson. It was kind of a fun place. If there was ever a boom time for this hotel/marina it had long passed. The hotel seemed to be about 99% empty, yet they meticulously maintained a beautiful pool. We hung out there most of the time, but did venture out to see a nearby lighthouse and a fort. Our Grab driver seemed surprised to see us, and to see where we were going. He asked why we were staying where we were and not at the fancy resorts a few miles north. He basically just came right out and said it. Why are you Americans staying at the rundown cheap resort instead of the big fancy one? We explained about the marina and then it all clicked. But hey, we actually liked it here. It was sort of like having a private marina and mansion. And bonus, we could have pizza delivered.

I have to say, it was a much nicer museum than I expected to find. Super well presented and I felt like we actually learned a bit about the tin mining and subsequent immigration that made this area what it is today.

We are the only ones who still find this unique. They are about as interesting to the locals as squirrels are to us.

We left Port Dickson and continued motoring north. This was our anchorage for the night. Just way out in the middle of nowhere, although there were still fishing nets scattered all around us.

Pangkor Marina. Another brief marina stop. This one we stopped just to get diesel. It was a truly unremarkable place, built on some sort of man-made island without a town nearby. It would have been a one night stop, but the kids met some friends, so we stuck around another day.

No diesel dock, but they’ll bring their own jerry cans and do all the siphoning for you. It’s a five man operation, though.