J.C. Rent A Car Penang Review

Malaysia has improved its tourism throughout the years. The government shows its support in developing tourist destinations, protecting natural sites, preserving their culture and heritage which made them attractive to tourists in the first place.

Penang is a great example of how tourism has flourished in the country. This tourist-friendly city shows Western influence in the modernity of the facilities and structures in the city. But, it does not fail in representing Malaysian culture in every destination which allows it to provide a unique experience.

Long coastlines outline the whole city of Penang. There are many beautiful beaches around the area. Not to mention, Georgetown, a recently recognized UNESCO World Heritage site because of its multicultural influence that can be seen in the buildings as well as in the interaction with the locals. Businesses thrive in the city because it gets a lot of visitors every year. The city has been developed with the aim of being a MICE (Meeting, Incentives, Conferences, and Exhibits) destination which is why many businesses thrive.

Racial diversity can be seen when you walk the streets from locals, expats, and tourists visiting the city. It is facilitated by people the My 2nd Home program of the local government which gives incentives for tourists and expats for multiple visits or eventual residence in the country. Tourists want their stay in Malaysia to be easy and comfortable so they can enjoy the whole visit. Many look for a car rental company that would allow them to drive to the destinations they plan to visit in Penang.

Car rental companies can get very expensive because of high charges or they might have bad customer service. I’ll point you to a company that won’t bring you any of these difficulties so you can easily find a rental in Penang.

JC Rent-A- Car Penang

The company was established in 2014 to provide tourists, locals, and expats with car rentals to drive around Penang. Clients can rent a car in advance. They can also book for transport services for their group. Clients can choose a rental from their available cars. People can contact them through their site and make a trip to Penang, Malaysia. The following reasons are why you should choose JC Rent-A- Car Penang for your rentals.

1. Budget Rentals – Among all the car rental companies operating in Penang, JC Rent-A- Car offers low prices in comparison to their competition. Daily rates are low and they can receive much larger discounts if they rent a car for weekly and monthly rates.

2. Airport Pick-up/Drop- off – Tourists who visit Penang can have their driver or car rental be waiting at the airport so they can immediately use it to drive to the locations in their itinerary.

3. Variety of Cars – Different models and sizes of well-maintained cars are being rented out by the company. Businessmen going to a meeting can drive their own sedan. Couples can share a small car. A family can rent a minivan to drive around the city together. Groups can even book several vehicles so they can go on a full Penang tour.

4. Guided destinations – Rental packages can double as a guide complete with itinerary to popular destinations in the city. Chauffeurs can accompany their clients and be a tour guide at the same time.

Advanced appointments can be done on the JC Rent-A- Car Penang website where they can pick their car and set the details of their trip. They can just await confirmation to avail of one of the best budget car rental companies in Penang, Malaysia.

Kuala Lumpur’s Best Italian Tapas and Sports Bar

Food lovers can rejoice when they stay in Kuala Lumpur. The markets are filled with all different kinds of food. There are also many bars in Bukit Bintang that they can go to. Local cuisines vary and contribute to the country’s flavors. There are vibrant street food markets where food is served to hungry patrons all day and all night.

There is diversity to the food available. Flavors from Thailand, China and India have taken hold in Kuala Lumpur giving locals and foreign visitors more to love in the way of local foods. International cuisine is also a big hit with many people in KL. Among the most popular is Italian food.

Bloggers rave about all the pizza and pasta places that there are to enjoy. You will not have a hard time finding a good place to eat Italian food. Just search your phone or go online and you will find an ideal Italian food restaurant. Some restaurants offer a mix of Italian and other cuisines while still others go for a classic Italian menu.

Tapas Starter Delicious Ham Food Salami Chunks

There are many chefs in KL experienced in providing and cooking authentic Italian meals all around the area. We can help you navigate the choices to find the very best in the city.

The Italian Market

Before visiting a restaurant that disappoints, have a bite to eat at Kuala Lumpur’s Italian Market. There you will find a complete menu of delectable Italian dishes, fabulous chefs and even more fantastic ambiance in which to dine. Foodies in KL patronize this as one of the most popular and high-quality restaurants for several reasons. Here are just some of them:

1. Get Authentic Italian Tapas and Wine. This is the ultimate way to enjoy Italian cuisine. There are a variety of small plate dishes to delight your taste buds together with the largest selection of Italian wines. You will leave completely satisfied.

2. Original Italian Wines from the best vineyards in Italy. You can choose the type of wine you pair with your order. Diners enjoy trying different wines with their meat dishes or a cheese plate. There is a wine that will go perfectly with anything. It is also the ideal spot for a romantic date.

3. Second-Floor Sports Bar. In addition to a wonderful wine selection, the Italian Market offers a full bar with cocktails and other drinks available on the second-floor bar. This is the ideal guys-night-out spot as it offers plenty of HD TVs to watch games. This is the place to be in the food streets of busy Changkat in the heart of Kuala Lumpur.

The Italian Market is not to be missed. There is a reason that this gets high reviews from bloggers and diners everywhere. There is great, authentic Italian food, wines and the best Italian tapas along with an ambiance that works for any occasion. This is a location that is popular with locals as well as tourists so it is worth stopping by.

In fact, if you dine anywhere for Italian food in KL, this is the place to try first and foremost. If you crave Italian food while you are trying all the other cuisines available, be sure to make a special stop to the Italian Market. You will enjoy this cuisine like nowhere else in the city.

Lads like Barry.

In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning
High upon the gallows tree
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty….

Lads like Barry are no cowards
From the foe they will not fly
Lads like Barry will free Ireland
For her sake they’ll live and die

Kevin Barry, Irish Traditional Song
Just finished the book “Shadows on the Road” by Michael Barry.

It ought to be required reading for everyone who raced or races a bicycle, for all young riders with dreams and aspirations, or for folks who just love following the Tour on TV and want to understand the sport you wont hear about from the TV pundits.

I’ve always admired riders who can also write well. I don’t mean ghost written bios, one can tell the difference. No, those that have earned my eternal respect for literary chops that match their cycling talent are a small but distinguished cohort. Guys like Jean Bobet or Paul Kimmage.

Ernest Hemingway once said he wanted to write about cycling. “I have started many stories about bicycle racing but have never written one that is as good as the races are both on the indoor tracks and on the roads. French is the only language it has ever been written in properly and the terms are all French and that is what makes it hard to write…I’ve started many stories about bicycle racing but have never written one that is as good as the races are both on the indoor and outdoor tracks and on the roads…”

Well, what Papa couldn’t write, a kid from Toronto certainly did. Michael Barry’s story of his years in the peloton with pro cycling’s top teams is part love story, part biography, and part confession.

It’s also a cautionary tale: An insiders logical and experience-based indictment of a screwed up culture that eats it’s young. Of a corrupt business masquerading as a sport. Read it, and heed its lesson, for it’s a rare nose under the tent into a world that many dream of entering, but precious few understand the reality of.

I thought Michael was way too hard on himself for making the choice to dope while he was at US Postal. Reading how it tore him apart, while knowing that smug asses like Di Luca and Ricco shrug, smirk, wearing similar choices as a badge of honor pisses me off. For truly only one with real honor in his heart would struggle internally with the choice as Barry did.

But I get it: For in my mind, there’s really only two degrees of separation between Kevin Barry, Irish martyr hanged by the British in 1920 for refusing to name-names — and Michael Barry, Canadian cyclist metaphorically hanged out to dry by a hypocritical media, his British team, and many in the fickle public following the 2012 Landis/ USADA revelations. Both men, faced with a no-win decision, chose responsibility to others over self-preservation.
But this tale of a boy’s dream pursued but unfulfilled ends on a positive note. Despite the horrible crashes, the perpetual pain, the anxiety, disappointment, fear, personal risk and perpetual sacrifice without anything near commensurate material reward, Barry remarkably, and admirably, retains the love for cycling instilled by his father as a boy. The passages describing his training rides are poetic odes to the soul of cycling. Riding as joy, riding as life. Magnetic north for a life better lived. You either get it, or you don’t.

Barry closes the book writing about his final races in Quebec and Montreal in 2012. I remember seeing him race in both races the year before. I was at the press conference at the Chateau Frontenac after Phil Gilbert dusted the field to win the sprint up the Grand Allee. I was struck by Barry, oh so skinny as only a pro can be, in a slimming black Sky kit, quietly guiding and looking after Rigoberto Uran who was 3rd on the day but seemed confused by the protocol and the language barrier. Barry, in his Elvis Costello glasses quietly stayed at Rigo’s side like a big brother, hovering over his younger teammate, helping him through the presser.

His attentiveness after riding a pretty long tough race struck me as a little unusual, but quite admirable nonetheless. The perfect expression of the perfect team rider.

The next day, as the peloton powered into the final laps of the Mont Royal circuit, Barry was there again, at the front powering the train along with his Sky teammates. He was on the front a long time, doing his job.

You won’t find his name in the results. No matter. I noticed. I know who was dragging the break back that warm Sunday afternoon in Montreal. I’m sure Michael Barry knows too.

In cycling, after the the circus moves to the next town, or the next season; after the flowers have long since faded and the podium girls are fat and married; after the results are forgotten and consigned to archives print or digital; and after the prize money is long spent, remembering the forgotten lads whose efforts and sacrifices really make the race, is much more important. In my opinion.

Little History of Flandria

I started bicycle racing New England roads way back in 1976 when shorts were wool, helmets leather and $250 could snag that white Peugeot PX10 that was all you needed to jump in the pack with the best. A half-decent sprint forged modest amateur success, earned me the nickname “Fast Eddy”, and fueled an indelible cycling obsession – launching a lifetime in roles orbiting in and around cycling. Top category amateur racer, founding member of New England’s most prestigious cycling club, product marketing manager for global cycling brands, European bike-biz veteran, creator and owner of one the coolest road-bike shops ever, occasional drinking partner of professional cycling champions. At age 53 I’m now a family man, occasional masters racer and gran-fondo hunter – but not mellowing with age. I’ve collected just enough cycling experiences to be dangerous. Warning for the politically correct: My world view on cycling is old-school, euro-centric, opinionated, and as hard-hitting Boston-Irish as a Dropkick Murphy’s soundtrack.