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Where's my beer, Malaysia? posted Friday, October 08, 2004
Hmm, first hours in the big city. Expecting it to be like Indonesia, I was hit with a big surprise. Like normal , nothings been planned. I took advantage of the free liquor on the plane, a bit too well. The airport wasn't traveler friendly but with my city smarts I made it out. Stumbling on to the subway without a destination was fun. Chinatown caters to the budget travelers in the city, so once I figure what street I was on and the probable direction I was standing, I'd be off. Budget accommodation ended up looking like, smelling like and when people carried boxes in, turned out to be a group of storage units. Listening to the renters, move in and out without fear of disturbing anyone that could be sleeping was apparent. When two men climbed a step latter on the opposite side of my wall and poked their heads over where the wall doesn't meet the roof, they nearly broke their leg when I laid into them. Oh but it's ok, cause they were cops looking for stolen DVD's with ID's that looked like a shotty fake ID that was made in the '80's. I thanked him for my first impression of Malaysia
Oct 13
I can work in the city and play in the city but if I'm ever caught traveling in a city, I'm actually trying desperately to escape. I tried to catch up on the internet duties but technical difficulties changed all that. Tried to catch up on the phone calls but the 24 hours noise, polluting the thick city air prevented that. No doubt when I did leave the city, pay phones all agreed not to cooperate with me again. A few differences between Indonesia and Malaysia are that in Indonesia even between the Hindu and Muslim religions they're all are happy to serve alcohol. In Malaysia, beer seems to be a rare drink to find, with the mojority being Muslims. Indonesia has many volcano's, roosters, cows and beggers with small businesses. Malaysia has mountains, rats, many goats and beggers with missing limbs. I'm on a free alcohol island now in the north east of the country, oh i mean alcohol-free. Now that I've left the noisy city I could really use a bottle. It'd give me something to throw at the screaming kids. It finally rained for about 10 mins. enough to send the wound up vacation ruiners into hiding. I just realized I don't have a power plug adapter for this country, so I don't know how I'll adapt. Since I can't charge my electric shaver, guess I could find a sharp rock to shave with. Still having tech. diff. with adding my hundreds of pictures. One day though. One day.
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