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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 Patel
2006-08-23 10:57:03

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this, and our indescribable fatigue, neither of us slept, the entire night conscious of our unpleasant
surroundings to put it mildly. We were therefore early to rise and get out in search of breakfast that was not hot, heavy and spicy. Failing this, we settled for tea, Malay style i.e sugar, water..a few tealeaves, and more sugar! Still, it provided the carb injection required for the bus journey to Teluk Bahang where we proceeded to walk 4kms in the midday scorching sun in search of the Tropical Fruit Farm I longed to see. Walking, or rather, arduously trudging uphill we walked in silence, the both of us conserving energy. An hour later, arriving at what at what seemed like a closed down deserted farm barred with iron gates I could only smile and take it in my stride as part of the travel adventure. Besides, I was in a manner, enjoying the exercise and the tranquility of the hillside, a welcome retreat from the polluted congestion of the town. Onwards to the next adventure we caught a bus back to the centre and then to Iyer Itam; the locals finding great amusement at two lost foreigners. Got there eventually. Amongst the street stalls, one stood out as steaming fresh laksa was being continuously poured into bowls
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for the queue of local customers. Ordered two bowls as well as fresh sugar cane juice squeezed on the roadside. We slurped the steaming hot laksa with chopsticks, spicy but our first feed of the day. Once we'd reached the bottom of our bowls, we stared desiringly at the roadstall making fresh spring rolls and other fried delicacies. Reading my thoughts, Ninna got up and ordered a plateful. Feeling full, we made the walk through the market place to the pagoda described as one of the finest on the island. Arriving into the interior I'd have had no difficulty in agreeing. With it's colours, designs, intricacy and grace, it represented all that I'd imagined a buddhist temple to be. Back to more organising, the old woman was right, travelling alone requires being on the ball. All of the time. Rested my head an hour or so on the excuse of a bed, this time not even attempting the futile, not to mention frustrating visit to slumberland. I simply waited for my 4am bus to the 'land of smiles'.....