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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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enjoyable and everything in between. My transition to Asia had not been smooth. Despite being mentally prepared, being hosted by Michelle and having once before experienced the vigour of India, I was more homesick than ever. And this time it wasn't just the people I missed, it was England itself. The cold, wet streets of London, my rushed walks down Piccadilly, the vibrancy of my yoga class, the understanding of my yoga teacher, wholesome healthy chocolatiers, food, hygiene, sparkling clean bathrooms and great conversation. Anyhow, I digress... I waited on platform four for my bus. It departed from platform five. Of course it did. Though the bus itself was something to be marvelled at: resembling a business class airline, with wide spacing reclining seats and leg rests I lay back, catching up on the requisite info from my Lonely Planet guidebook. The bus to Georgetown stopped in.... Sunghai Nibong. Of course it did. I mean,
where else?? Grrrr.... It took Ninna and I a longggg twenty minutes before figuring out that we were in fact on the south side of the island, and had to take a taxi to town...
...Checked into hostel. Oh my God. I want to go home. Now. This cockroach infested prison cell of a room with decaying orange walls and concrete floors was an emotional assualt. Exchanging mutually disgusted glances, Ninna and I headed out to explore. Not a huge improvement, but a preoccupation nonetheless. As ever, I had more errands to run. Post, bank, and (somewhat comfortingly) my departure to Thailand. The folks here in Penang were no more hospitable nor helpful than those in KL. Of course, I do not want to make sweeping judgements about all Malays; I'm simply describing my own experiences...
...As it began to rain we stopped at a cafe in Little India, the remedial properties of the rain were welcomed. By the time we got back to the hostel, my head was pounding with undecided thoughts about where to go next, how, when etc.. Despite
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