The first time I ever rode on a ferry was when I
took one to cross from Butterworth to Penang Island. My
family and I had gone to Penang for a holiday.
We arrived at the Ferry Terminal just as the sun
was setting. My father paid the fare at one of the toll-booths and we were
ushered into a lane. We had to stop
behind a row of cars to await the arrival of the next ferry.
Presently a light yellow ferry arrived. Cars and
motorcycles sped out of it. Then the green light came for
us to board. My father carefully drove the car onto the
lower deck of the ferry. It was an exciting new experience
for me. I noticed the words "Pulau Undan" on a wall of
As soon as the ferry was filled with cars and motorcycles on the lower deck, it left the terminal and proceeded towards the island. I stood at the front end of the
ferry and watched the water churn and twirl as the ferry
cut through it.
I could see the island a short distance ahead of us.
To our left spanned the Penang Bridge. The setting sun
cast a red glow on the whole scene and I must say that it was beautiful.
My sister and I climbed up the stairs to the upper deck. It was filled with
passengers who either sat on the seats there or
loitered around the area.
Soon the short ride ended. We hurried back down to the lower deck and got
into our car when we saw Penang Island loom closer and closer.
Finally the ferry docked and my father followed the row of cars out of the
ferry. The car bumped a bit on the uneven ramp
but soon we were on Penang itself. My first ferry ride was over.