We rarely make plans in Penang, because the place has a way of making plans for us.
The other night in our apartment in George Town, the distinct sound of drums and horns crept in under our doors and through our closed windows. We lifted our heads from our computers and gazed out the window to see over a thousand Indians at a small Hindu temple. We grabbed our camera and ran out.
An hour after we returned home, we saw fireworks a few miles away as the chariot arrived at another temple.
Just another quiet night in Penang…