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Time Out
27-05-2025
- Time Out
An overnight train route between China and Vietnam has finally reopened
Cross-border rail travel is so back in Asia. Belmond's luxurious Eastern & Oriental Express from Singapore to Malaysia resumed in 2024; just last week, it was announced that the KL-Bangkok direct train will resume in 2025. That's not to mention the expansion of routes like the China-Laos Railway and the Phnom Penh-Ho Chi Minh City railway, or the possible revival of a direct train between Penang and Bangkok. Now, a rail route between China and Vietnam has quietly reopened (May 25). According to the South China Morning Post, the international service offers an 11.5-hour journey between Nanning, the capital of China's Guangxi region, and Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam. It returns after being paused five years ago due to COVID-19 travel restrictions. The route's reopening is expected to boost tourism for both China and Vietnam. China has been expanding its visa-free entry policies and now offers up to 30 days of visa-free access to 38 countries, including Singapore, Malaysia, Japan, and Thailand. Travellers arriving in Nanning can explore the southern city or hop onto China's high-speed rail network to cities like Kunming, a gateway to the natural wonders in Yunnan province, or Guangzhou, with its Cantonese fare and affordable shopping. Similarly, those arriving in Hanoi will find no shortage of things to do, be it exploring the city's historic Old Quarter or cruising along the enchanting Ha Long Bay. From Hanoi, it's a 5-hour drive to the cool, refreshing climes of mountainous Sapa. Otherwise, take a road trip south to other popular Vietnamese cities like Da Nang, Nha Trang, Ho Chi Minh, and the island of Phu Quoc. Xinhua News Agency reported that the Nanning-Hanoi international train runs daily. It leaves Nanning at 6:05pm and arrives in Hanoi at 6:30am the next day. The return train departs Hanoi at 10:20pm and arrives in Nanning at 10:06am the next day. Tickets are only sold offline at railway stations in China (Guilin, Nanning, Chongzuo, and Pingxiang) and Hanoi.
The Star
22-05-2025
- Entertainment
- The Star
Cara Delevingne is in Malaysia and she's on a mission to save our tigers
Cara Delevingne is spending a week here as part of a conservation campaign focused on protecting Malaysia's iconic big cat. Photo: Cara Delevingne/Instagram Cara Delevingne is in Malaysia – but this time, it's not for a movie set or a fashion campaign. The British actress and model is here for a very different kind of mission: to help save the critically endangered Malayan tiger. Swapping her usual glam for a more grounded, jungle-ready look, Delevingne is spending a week here as part of a conservation campaign focused on protecting Malaysia's iconic big cat. And yes, she's documenting the journey on Instagram for her millions of followers to see. 'With just 150 wild Malayan tigers in Malaysia's jungles we must do everything we can to restore and conserve the dwindling population. 'Poachers have now become the deadliest predators in these forests, forests which are 130 million years old. They still hold just enough wild tigers to make saving them possible,' the caption read on Sunday. 'We must spread awareness and not let them be lost forever. Wild tigers can bounce back, if we let them,' she added. As part of her efforts to raise awareness and express hope for the future, Delevingne also shared glimpses of her visit to various locations. These included excursions into the rainforest and attending traditional cultural performances. Meanwhile, the comment section of her post was flooded with warm welcomes from Malaysian fans, who were excited about her visit and praised her commitment to the cause. One user, @ commented 'Welcome to Malaysia! Thank you for coming and raising awareness too.' Another Instagram user, @benjamin_ahmadd1, wrote 'Welcome to Malaysia, Cara.' @Noor_azrina added 'Thank you for creating awareness to save Malayan tigers. Welcome to Malaysia.' @jolenekdt said 'A post worth loving! Thank you.' Many also chimed in with light-hearted, heartwarming comments, playfully reminding her about Malaysian breakfast traditions. @nordinsson joked 'Don't wake up late tomorrow, we have breakfast early here!' @ shared 'Welcome to Malaysia. Enjoy your time here! If you're hungry at night, you must try mamak food, roti canai and roti tisu are a must!' Actress Jaime Winstone was also seen joining the campaign alongside Delevingne. Their journey included visits to Taman Negara and a scenic trip aboard the Eastern & Oriental Express. – Sinar Daily
Yahoo
12-05-2025
- Yahoo
Journey through the rainforest in luxury on Malaysia's last remaining sleeper train
A rainbow appeared briefly over Singapore, though I was the only one to notice it, standing alone on the open caboose of our train as it travelled north over the Strait of Johor, leaving the Lion City behind. It was only a brief sighting. An embankment of dark cloud was forming, and quickly overtook us as we passed into Malaysia, releasing another torrent of rain and lightning that cut the muggy heat and raised a stench from the dirty strait. Some ninety-four years ago, Henri Fauconnier, French writer and rubber baron, described Malaysia as a place where, though the 'sky exults and sheds abundant tears, dark dismal days are unknown.' And it was true this day, as, despite the weather, I had watched passengers boarding the Eastern & Oriental Express (E&O Express), all of them smiling in eager anticipation of our journey into the depths of the Malayan peninsula. First, we were heading through the jungly central highlands to Taman Negara National Park, then along the west coast line to the colonial outposts of Butterworth and Georgetown, on the island of Penang. Finally, in four days and three nights, we would retrace our path back to the swampy glamour of Singapore. The E&O Express had once run all the way from Singapore to Bangkok before being scuppered in 2020. It was revived by Belmond in 2024 for multi-day round trips through Malaysia, and is now the only sleeper train still operating in Malaysia (the Intercontinental Express still runs overnight from the Thai-Malay border north to Bangkok). Related These tracking holidays offer 'total immersion' into the world of Europe's wolves And, as with anything Belmond, the price – $4,650 (€4,110) – is high, strikingly higher than the national KTMB trains operating on the same rails, but it procures a level of comfort and service more luxurious than any Malaysian sultan in history ever had the good luck to experience. The wood-panelled carriages are warm and inviting, the en-suite compartments roomy and snug. My State cabin had a chair and lounger that each converted to a single bed, and the en-suite a marble handbasin and a full-size shower with its own sweet and charming cabin steward. As we shunted away, I was joined on the observation deck by various characters—Australian lawyers and financial investors, American artists, Malaysian construction magnates—enticed by the adjacent bar car (one of two on the train). They were all dressed to the nines, the E&O Express inspiring a certain etiquette among its passengers. 'An atmosphere of relaxed refinement,' so the brochure assured me, 'calls for smart-casual wear with a touch of understated elegance.' Malaysia is a composite nation of Malay, Chinese, and Indian cultures, and the food, both ample and delicious, mixes those varied local cuisines with a touch of Provence. Our first lunch was kimchi niçoise with a crispy udon galette, and a coconut blancmanger with Nyonya chendol for dessert. Each day, entertainment was provided – a magician, a jazz trio, a karaoke night in the bar – and anyone could avail themselves of the onboard spa or mahjong set. Most, however, chose to congregate on the observation deck, letting the wind blow away the heat and carry the scent of sodden roots and woodsmoke. By morning, we had arrived at Merapoh, where great mounds of grey rock jut from the forest; the region is famous for its caves. While some passengers went spelunking, some went on a photography scout, and others went for a riverine spa treatment, I joined a small group heading into Taman Negara National Park for some wildlife spotting. Related This sustainable Galapagos cruise showed me a side of the islands Darwin never saw In the back of a pickup truck, I sat beside local guide Nizam Khairun, a sweetly enthusiastic bird fanatic, who held up his phone and showed me pictures of hornbills, eagles, and a little red and blue number called a Garnet Pitta. 'Birdwatchers come from all over the world to see this,' he said, thrusting his phone in my direction. We were driving under a green canopy, the fronds above us meeting like eyelashes over the road, the verge lined with palms like green fountains. Soon we came across a covey of photographers waiting to catch a glimpse of a great argus. 'Hang on,' Nizam said, as he jumped from the truck, and went clucking into the undergrowth. A minute later, he reappeared, followed on his heels by an argus, a bird that resembles a Dickensian peacock, with its long, dun-colored tail. 'I call that one brother,' Nizam said as the photographers snapped away. 'I've known him since he was hatched.' The brush of Taman Negara is thick, and sightings are difficult. Within the tangle of trees and ferns, there are elephants and cattle-like gaur, tapirs and sun bears, and some of the few remaining Malayan tigers. We weren't so lucky as to see any of those, but there were plenty of faraway gibbon calls, elephant prints pressed into the red mud, and a tree that had been shredded by a sun bear trying to get at a bee's nest within. That afternoon, we shunted out of Merapoh and returned south, past vast palm oil and rubber tree plantations. Sometime in the night, we passed Kuala Lumpur (just as well, as its grand, central railway station is no longer in use), and over breakfast, we watched the outskirts of Butterworth amass into the city itself. Related 'I'm glad we didn't fly': How I Interrailed across Europe with my two kids A chartered ferry was waiting to carry us to the island of Penang, where we spent the morning exploring the colonial quarter of Georgetown. Chauffeur trishaws (three-wheeled peddle-bike taxis) had been chartered, and all were given a map of the town and the freedom to do as they wished. Georgetown has transformed itself from a colonial administrative centre to a cultural and artistic hub of Malaysia. I spent my time making a tour of the local street art, each mural and steel-rod sculpture detailing some scene of the island's past: rickshaw coolies, bootblacks, imperial police, and sultans carried on litters. Malaysia droops like a closed lily-bud off the bouquet of Asia, and in the evening, we slid like a drop of dew down its western coast, bound for Singapore. It felt too soon to be returning; this pass through the country had passed in comfort and good grace, but too quickly. But then again, all great trains arrive too soon. The writer was a guest of Belmond's Eastern and Oriental Express.
Euronews
12-05-2025
- Euronews
Bursa: Silk, history, and the flavours of an Ottoman legacy
Nestled on the slopes of Mount Uludağ, Bursa has been a centre of trade and culture for centuries. Once the Ottoman capital, it played a key role in the Silk Road, a legacy preserved in Koza Han, a historic silk market. The city's silk gains its distinctive shine from Bursa's unique water composition. Just outside the city, the UNESCO-listed village of Cumalıkızık offers a glimpse into early Ottoman life. No visit is complete without tasting İskender Kebab, a dish perfected by generations. As Bursa balances tradition with modernity, its heritage continues to captivate travellers and artisans alike. A rainbow appeared briefly over Singapore, though I was the only one to notice it, standing alone on the open caboose of our train as it travelled north over the Strait of Johor, leaving the Lion City behind. It was only a brief sighting. An embankment of dark cloud was forming, and quickly overtook us as we passed into Malaysia, releasing another torrent of rain and lightning that cut the muggy heat and raised a stench from the dirty strait. Some ninety-four years ago, Henri Fauconnier, French writer and rubber baron, described Malaysia as a place where, though the 'sky exults and sheds abundant tears, dark dismal days are unknown.' And it was true this day, as, despite the weather, I had watched passengers boarding the Eastern & Oriental Express (E&O Express), all of them smiling in eager anticipation of our journey into the depths of the Malayan peninsula. First, we were heading through the jungly central highlands to Taman Negara National Park, then along the west coast line to the colonial outposts of Butterworth and Georgetown, on the island of Penang. Finally, in four days and three nights, we would retrace our path back to the swampy glamour of Singapore. The E&O Express had once run all the way from Singapore to Bangkok before being scuppered in 2020. It was revived by Belmond in 2024 for multi-day round trips through Malaysia, and is now the only sleeper train still operating in Malaysia (the Intercontinental Express still runs overnight from the Thai-Malay border north to Bangkok). And, as with anything Belmond, the price – $4,650 (€4,110) – is high, strikingly higher than the national KTMB trains operating on the same rails, but it procures a level of comfort and service more luxurious than any Malaysian sultan in history ever had the good luck to experience. The wood-panelled carriages are warm and inviting, the en-suite compartments roomy and snug. My State cabin had a chair and lounger that each converted to a single bed, and the en-suite a marble handbasin and a full-size shower with its own sweet and charming cabin steward. As we shunted away, I was joined on the observation deck by various characters—Australian lawyers and financial investors, American artists, Malaysian construction magnates—enticed by the adjacent bar car (one of two on the train). They were all dressed to the nines, the E&O Express inspiring a certain etiquette among its passengers. 'An atmosphere of relaxed refinement,' so the brochure assured me, 'calls for smart-casual wear with a touch of understated elegance.' Malaysia is a composite nation of Malay, Chinese, and Indian cultures, and the food, both ample and delicious, mixes those varied local cuisines with a touch of Provence. Our first lunch was kimchi niçoise with a crispy udon galette, and a coconut blancmanger with Nyonya chendol for dessert. Each day, entertainment was provided – a magician, a jazz trio, a karaoke night in the bar – and anyone could avail themselves of the onboard spa or mahjong set. Most, however, chose to congregate on the observation deck, letting the wind blow away the heat and carry the scent of sodden roots and woodsmoke. By morning, we had arrived at Merapoh, where great mounds of grey rock jut from the forest; the region is famous for its caves. While some passengers went spelunking, some went on a photography scout, and others went for a riverine spa treatment, I joined a small group heading into Taman Negara National Park for some wildlife spotting. In the back of a pickup truck, I sat beside local guide Nizam Khairun, a sweetly enthusiastic bird fanatic, who held up his phone and showed me pictures of hornbills, eagles, and a little red and blue number called a Garnet Pitta. 'Birdwatchers come from all over the world to see this,' he said, thrusting his phone in my direction. We were driving under a green canopy, the fronds above us meeting like eyelashes over the road, the verge lined with palms like green fountains. Soon we came across a covey of photographers waiting to catch a glimpse of a great argus. 'Hang on,' Nizam said, as he jumped from the truck, and went clucking into the undergrowth. A minute later, he reappeared, followed on his heels by an argus, a bird that resembles a Dickensian peacock, with its long, dun-colored tail. 'I call that one brother,' Nizam said as the photographers snapped away. 'I've known him since he was hatched.' The brush of Taman Negara is thick, and sightings are difficult. Within the tangle of trees and ferns, there are elephants and cattle-like gaur, tapirs and sun bears, and some of the few remaining Malayan tigers. We weren't so lucky as to see any of those, but there were plenty of faraway gibbon calls, elephant prints pressed into the red mud, and a tree that had been shredded by a sun bear trying to get at a bee's nest within. That afternoon, we shunted out of Merapoh and returned south, past vast palm oil and rubber tree plantations. Sometime in the night, we passed Kuala Lumpur (just as well, as its grand, central railway station is no longer in use), and over breakfast, we watched the outskirts of Butterworth amass into the city itself. A chartered ferry was waiting to carry us to the island of Penang, where we spent the morning exploring the colonial quarter of Georgetown. Chauffeur trishaws (three-wheeled peddle-bike taxis) had been chartered, and all were given a map of the town and the freedom to do as they wished. Georgetown has transformed itself from a colonial administrative centre to a cultural and artistic hub of Malaysia. I spent my time making a tour of the local street art, each mural and steel-rod sculpture detailing some scene of the island's past: rickshaw coolies, bootblacks, imperial police, and sultans carried on litters. Malaysia droops like a closed lily-bud off the bouquet of Asia, and in the evening, we slid like a drop of dew down its western coast, bound for Singapore. It felt too soon to be returning; this pass through the country had passed in comfort and good grace, but too quickly. But then again, all great trains arrive too soon. The writer was a guest of Belmond's Eastern and Oriental Express.
Euronews
11-05-2025
- Euronews
I travelled through the rainforest on Malaysia's last sleeper train
A rainbow appeared briefly over Singapore, though I was the only one to notice it, standing alone on the open caboose of our train as it travelled north over the Strait of Johor, leaving the Lion City behind. It was only a brief sighting. An embankment of dark cloud was forming, and quickly overtook us as we passed into Malaysia, releasing another torrent of rain and lightning that cut the muggy heat and raised a stench from the dirty strait. Some ninety-four years ago, Henri Fauconnier, French writer and rubber baron, described Malaysia as a place where, though the 'sky exults and sheds abundant tears, dark dismal days are unknown.' And it was true this day, as, despite the weather, I had watched passengers boarding the Eastern & Oriental Express (E&O Express), all of them smiling in eager anticipation of our journey into the depths of the Malayan peninsula. First, we were heading through the jungly central highlands to Taman Negara National Park, then along the west coast line to the colonial outposts of Butterworth and Georgetown, on the island of Penang. Finally, in four days and three nights, we would retrace our path back to the swampy glamour of Singapore. The E&O Express had once run all the way from Singapore to Bangkok before being scuppered in 2020. It was revived by Belmond in 2024 for multi-day round trips through Malaysia, and is now the only sleeper train still operating in Malaysia (the Intercontinental Express still runs overnight from the Thai-Malay border north to Bangkok). And, as with anything Belmond, the price – $4,650 (€4,110) – is high, strikingly higher than the national KTMB trains operating on the same rails, but it procures a level of comfort and service more luxurious than any Malaysian sultan in history ever had the good luck to experience. The wood-panelled carriages are warm and inviting, the en-suite compartments roomy and snug. My State cabin had a chair and lounger that each converted to a single bed, and the en-suite a marble handbasin and a full-size shower with its own sweet and charming cabin steward. As we shunted away, I was joined on the observation deck by various characters—Australian lawyers and financial investors, American artists, Malaysian construction magnates—enticed by the adjacent bar car (one of two on the train). They were all dressed to the nines, the E&O Express inspiring a certain etiquette among its passengers. 'An atmosphere of relaxed refinement,' so the brochure assured me, 'calls for smart-casual wear with a touch of understated elegance.' Malaysia is a composite nation of Malay, Chinese, and Indian cultures, and the food, both ample and delicious, mixes those varied local cuisines with a touch of Provence. Our first lunch was kimchi niçoise with a crispy udon galette, and a coconut blancmanger with Nyonya chendol for dessert. Each day, entertainment was provided – a magician, a jazz trio, a karaoke night in the bar – and anyone could avail themselves of the onboard spa or mahjong set. Most, however, chose to congregate on the observation deck, letting the wind blow away the heat and carry the scent of sodden roots and woodsmoke. By morning, we had arrived at Merapoh, where great mounds of grey rock jut from the forest; the region is famous for its caves. While some passengers went spelunking, some went on a photography scout, and others went for a riverine spa treatment, I joined a small group heading into Taman Negara National Park for some wildlife spotting. In the back of a pickup truck, I sat beside local guide Nizam Khairun, a sweetly enthusiastic bird fanatic, who held up his phone and showed me pictures of hornbills, eagles, and a little red and blue number called a Garnet Pitta. 'Birdwatchers come from all over the world to see this,' he said, thrusting his phone in my direction. We were driving under a green canopy, the fronds above us meeting like eyelashes over the road, the verge lined with palms like green fountains. Soon we came across a covey of photographers waiting to catch a glimpse of a great argus. 'Hang on,' Nizam said, as he jumped from the truck, and went clucking into the undergrowth. A minute later, he reappeared, followed on his heels by an argus, a bird that resembles a Dickensian peacock, with its long, dun-colored tail. 'I call that one brother,' Nizam said as the photographers snapped away. 'I've known him since he was hatched.' The brush of Taman Negara is thick, and sightings are difficult. Within the tangle of trees and ferns, there are elephants and cattle-like gaur, tapirs and sun bears, and some of the few remaining Malayan tigers. We weren't so lucky as to see any of those, but there were plenty of faraway gibbon calls, elephant prints pressed into the red mud, and a tree that had been shredded by a sun bear trying to get at a bee's nest within. That afternoon, we shunted out of Merapoh and returned south, past vast palm oil and rubber tree plantations. Sometime in the night, we passed Kuala Lumpur (just as well, as its grand, central railway station is no longer in use), and over breakfast, we watched the outskirts of Butterworth amass into the city itself. A chartered ferry was waiting to carry us to the island of Penang, where we spent the morning exploring the colonial quarter of Georgetown. Chauffeur trishaws (three-wheeled peddle-bike taxis) had been chartered, and all were given a map of the town and the freedom to do as they wished. Georgetown has transformed itself from a colonial administrative centre to a cultural and artistic hub of Malaysia. I spent my time making a tour of the local street art, each mural and steel-rod sculpture detailing some scene of the island's past: rickshaw coolies, bootblacks, imperial police, and sultans carried on litters. Malaysia droops like a closed lily-bud off the bouquet of Asia, and in the evening, we slid like a drop of dew down its western coast, bound for Singapore. It felt too soon to be returning; this pass through the country had passed in comfort and good grace, but too quickly. But then again, all great trains arrive too soon. The writer was a guest of Belmond's Eastern and Oriental Express. The ever-sensational Eurovision song contest is taking place in Basel this year, with performers primed to dazzle audiences at the St. Jakobshalle arena next week. The Swiss city will host the 69th edition of the competition, taking place between 13 and 17 May, where 37 countries will battle it out to be the best act. Fans of the high-octane contest are now flocking to Basel and, if you are thinking of joining the musical extravaganza, accommodation is still available. But be warned, prices are as eye-watering as many of the performances. Basel is anticipating that as many as 50,000 fans will descend on the city in the coming days as Eurovision excitement reaches fever pitch. According to the song contest organisers, visitors from 80 countries around the globe will be in the audience for the live event. Swiss fans have bought the most tickets as the competition returns to their country for the first time since 1989. Germany has purchased the second-highest number of tickets, with fans from the UK, France and Spain rounding out the top five. Accommodation prices in Basel are reportedly sky-high for the week during which the competition will unfold. Sports news site has analysed over 1,000 accommodation listings in the city on Booking and Airbnb. The company compared the average prices of six-night stays for two people from 12 to 18 May (from a day before to a day after the contest) to the period in the weeks before and after Eurovision (5-11 May and 19-25 May) For the week of the competition, accommodation on Booking costs on average €6,024, which is 139 per cent more than the week before Eurovision and 137 per cent more than the week after. On Airbnb, a six-night stay between 12 and 18 May will set you back an average of €1,804, 130 per cent more than the week before the contest and 164 per cent more than the week after. The most expensive option on Booking during Eurovision is a studio eight kilometres from St. Jakobshalle for a staggering €21,906. Even so, that pales in comparison with the most expensive option on Airbnb: a loft 2.5 kilometres from the arena for €67,369 for the six days. If that's out of your budget, the cheapest option on Booking is a double room in a capsule hotel two kilometres from St. Jakobshalle for €1,178, while Airbnb's cheapest offer is an apartment 30 kilometres from the arena for €252.
