Malaysia is a Southeast Asian country with a tropical rainforest climate.

Almost all believe in Islam and have a very long history.

The economic development here once became the dragon thief of Asia, but it fell into the middle-income trap and has not been able to recover to this day.

Below is a guide to self-guided travel in Malaysia in 2017.

Last summer, I took my son on a family trip to Malaysia.

The first flight caught up with the delay of domestic flights.

Because I had to catch an international flight, I was very anxious and lost the novelty of flying for the first time.

The flight attendants of China Southern Airlines are not only beautiful, but also provide first-class service.

She comforted me all the way, reported my arrival city, and reminded me how much time I had left to get to Guangzhou. The flight was delayed by an hour.

Thanks to the thoughtful service of the China Southern Airlines stewardess, I successfully boarded the plane to Penang, Malaysia.

Next to me, a young Malaysian engineer who I always thought was from China acted like a gentleman all the way.

He gave up his window seat to his son who wanted to see the scenery outside the window.

He would also take the initiative to bring us water and blankets during meals.

The plane will arrive in Penang in one hour.

This young man talked to me in Mandarin, which is unique to Malaysian Chinese.

He asked me to guess whether he was Malay or Chinese.

Looking at his fair skin, I concluded that he was from China and Fujian.

Because Malaysia is located on the equator, people should be darker.

He told me that he is Malaysian and that he immigrated to Malaysia from his grandfather's generation.

He is an engineer who was sent by his company to work in Chengdu, Sichuan, China, but returned home because he was not used to the soil and water there.

He speaks softly and sweetly.

That was the first time I heard Chinese Malay Mandarin, and it felt so beautiful.

He spoke candidly about his work and Chinese life in Malaysia.

He said that the Chinese are second-class citizens in Malaysia and do not enjoy equal rights as the Malays.

After a four-hour flight, the plane arrived in Penang at 9pm and got off the plane.

The young man bid us farewell.

We walked through the airport hall, passed through border control, and collected our luggage at the baggage area.

At this time, my husband was waiting to pick us up at the lobby door.

After leaving the lobby, I saw the narrow streets and low buildings under dim street lights. It seemed that it was not as ambitious as the second largest city.

My husband said this area is the least prosperous area in Penang.

A slightly tanned and thin Malaysian driver drove a black car to greet us.

This car is cool.

The driver took us across a long bridge called Penang Bridge.

The sea was very dark and we could not see clearly.

The car was going very fast.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at an apartment.

My husband thanked the driver and took us into the apartment.

The apartment is twenty-five stories high and you have to clock in.

This is a hall.

There is also a large tank with a fountain from bottom to top.

There are several wooden chairs with backrests, which seem to be used for leisure.

The hall is large, and the tile floor is very bright, which can reflect people's figures.

There is a small table inside.

A property staff member wearing a white uniform sat there, with dark skin and a beard on his slender face.

When he saw us walking by, he nodded to us. There was a public entrance inside.

You have to swipe your card to get in.

We got on one of them and went to the 15th floor.

We stepped out of the elevator and entered a long corridor.

Next to us, we saw a house with an iron door with bars, a cabinet for shoes, and a closed door.

I opened an iron door, changed my shoes, opened a wooden door inside, and entered a four-bedroom apartment.

The living room is large with a dry table and a view of the waterfront.

There is a sofa TV and a large rectangular mahogany dining table in the living room. Next to the door is the kitchen, refrigerator and kitchen cabinets, and there is a small door next to it.

There is a laundry room inside with a washing machine, hangers and clothesline for drying clothes, and a window.

The maximum size is ten square meters, with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk in one room, two bathrooms, both equipped with water heaters, and air conditioning in each room.

This is a room rented by my husband's company, and it feels more comfortable than at home.

My son and I had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, my husband took me to a nearby breakfast shop called Bazaar for dinner.

In fact, it is a food stall run by many Chinese people.

There are various commercial display boards on both sides, including Hokkien noodles, Taiwanese chicken rice, fried noodles, Thai noodles, cold drinks, rice noodles, wontons and fried dough sticks.

It dissipates a little bit of the morning heat for those who come to eat.

We just sat down at an empty table.

A young man with slightly dark skin, very thin.

His hair is long in the middle of his head but looks like the mane on a horse.

He asked if we wanted a drink of Malay.

My husband understood what he said and asked us what we were drinking.

My son wanted orange juice but my husband didn't know how to translate orange juice into Malay.

The Chinese lady selling rice noodles next to me quickly came over to help us sell it to the young man.

We were very grateful to the elder sister and asked for her rice noodles.

It had fresh shrimp in it, which was salty and delicious, and they had a tall glass of iced coffee with sugar.

They are fragrant and full of energy all morning long.

My husband took us to the nearest supermarket in Yikang Province, which is no different from our domestic supermarkets, except that their vegetables are priced in kilograms.

We pushed our shopping cart out of the checkout area, where two wooden benches were placed against the wall.

You can sit and rest, and there is a glass box with a lot of coins in the middle with charity funds written on it for the convenience of those who do charity.

Malaysia is a religious country with many people practicing Islam and Christianity, especially in the center of Penang.

Muslims wearing white hats and white clothes can be seen everywhere, and Islamic churches can be seen everywhere.