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...Finally embarking on the adventure that for so long had seemed like a distant dream, I failed to put pen to paper as I tried to describe the melange of thoughts and emotions running too fast for my mind to translate...
Miserable in Malaysia
Asha Patel2006-08-23 10:57:03
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I was a backpacker and my reservations were elsewhere. Walked through the crummy backstreets, strapped with 20kgs to my back and front, being gawked at by locals, until I found the place. Gladly I had a four bed dorm to myself and spread my things out. The hostel was basic, but clean at least. Without all my usual tourist accessories, I draped a long black shawl over myself and stepped out into the stifling, smelly 30 degree heat...
...In the pouring rain, I met another traveller, interning in Sabah but visiting KL. The rain plummeted faster and harder than any I've ever experienced, and we were soaked to the skin. Purchased a train ticket to.. somewhere. Then descended into tropical downpour once more before boarding the monorail. Squelching our way into the cabin, we went the wrong way. Again. Finally ended up in the right place. Cold, wet, hungry and homesick I was in no mood for the hawker food available on Jalan Alor. I craved a taste of home. A piece of toast, some cereal, anything! By the time we walked the length of the street, one long stream of open food stalls selling a variety of eateries that I cringed to even look at let alone digest, I had a stomach ache. En route back to the hostel I bought some fresh brown bread rolls that I munched on for dinner... It's one of those "why the hell am I doing this?" days...
...Thursday was an improvement. A busy day ahead with a never ending "to do" list of more planning, organising
and decision making. Where to head next? The couple downstairs helped to decide. Penang it was. Walked to the bus station to book a ticket. Already drenched with sweat, I now had one tick off my checklist. Then, off it was to run the next errand, and the next, and the next. Whacked and weary, I stopped for a quick fruit juice before trying to find a payphone from which to make the phonecall I'd promised. 40mins later, hot, sticky and exasperated, I discovered that my 30RM card was un-usable, paid
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