Kuala Lampur - land of buildings
KL clubbing -- Jesse, Julia, and Carly
2nd best - Petronas Towers
Besides being extremely stylish, those glasses also work for 3D moviesPicking up where I left off, we finished our second hike and decided right then and there that we could probably catch a bus out of the park that night. We had already paid for the night at our bungalow but they were cool with it if we just paid half. So we did. Showered, packed, and walked out to the road to wave down the city bus going back to the east coast with our mind on Kuala Lampur, Malaysia. We waited for an hour and a half with me trying to tell Jesse it was all his fault the bus would never show up. While we sat there listlessly, I watched the second monkey we've seen all trip (neither in the wild) play about with its chain and get all the fun you could imagine out of a broken, dirty plastic chair. Just as a torrential downpour met us the bus decided to show up.
2 hours later at 8:00pm, we arrived at the train station in town. Our train wasn't to leave until midnight. 5 hours and then we would catch a 9 hour bus across the border and into the Kuala Lampur city centre. We got a bite to eat and Jesse got sick from that bite. Quite possibly the worst time--about to board a rickety old train with forsaken bathrooms and no leg room. So the trip was a lot worse for him. He made it, but bitterly and in a daze.
The train actually didn't pick us up until 2am, which means we were waiting for a good 6 hours. We were dead tired from the hike earlier that day but I didn't want to sleep, so Jesse obliged spreading out a newspaper to lay on. There he was, tired, sick and dirty with duct tape on his toes and his body sprawled out on newspaper....even the train station beggars wanted to give him some money.
We got into Kuala Lampur at 7:00pm the next day. We wandered around looking for rooms only to discover that the Formula 1 Grand Prix was in town and that all of the hotels were booked out to the burbs. We were in a bind. I suggested we just hop on another overnight bus to anywhere but Jesse was too sick. Following a rumor, we found a guesthouse that would let us sleep on their roof. So we did. Oh man, was it ghetto but at least they set us up with a mattress and sheets. I had a mosquito net but Jesse didn't--after that glorious sleep he awoke with hundreds of bites, and they only got to his arms and chest. God knows what else was up there, rats, cockroaches, and bed bugs I'm guessing.
We have a room now at the same place, so no worries. The rest of our time in KL has been spent visiting all the sights that one is supposed to see--the parks, Chinatown, Little India, and the Petronas Twin Towers (the second tallest buildings in the world). We also met up with my friends Julia and Carly who I knew from Junior High and High School back in Moraga. We literally ran into them in Vientiane (Laos) and met up again in Hanoi (Vietnam) and Koh Tao (Thailand). We had some good silly times here in KL together --eating Durian (a famous fruit that tastes like egg and onion, that is to say disgusting), getting lost, drinking, and dancing.
Next up: Malaysia's east coast. Until then.....
2 hours later at 8:00pm, we arrived at the train station in town. Our train wasn't to leave until midnight. 5 hours and then we would catch a 9 hour bus across the border and into the Kuala Lampur city centre. We got a bite to eat and Jesse got sick from that bite. Quite possibly the worst time--about to board a rickety old train with forsaken bathrooms and no leg room. So the trip was a lot worse for him. He made it, but bitterly and in a daze.
The train actually didn't pick us up until 2am, which means we were waiting for a good 6 hours. We were dead tired from the hike earlier that day but I didn't want to sleep, so Jesse obliged spreading out a newspaper to lay on. There he was, tired, sick and dirty with duct tape on his toes and his body sprawled out on newspaper....even the train station beggars wanted to give him some money.
We got into Kuala Lampur at 7:00pm the next day. We wandered around looking for rooms only to discover that the Formula 1 Grand Prix was in town and that all of the hotels were booked out to the burbs. We were in a bind. I suggested we just hop on another overnight bus to anywhere but Jesse was too sick. Following a rumor, we found a guesthouse that would let us sleep on their roof. So we did. Oh man, was it ghetto but at least they set us up with a mattress and sheets. I had a mosquito net but Jesse didn't--after that glorious sleep he awoke with hundreds of bites, and they only got to his arms and chest. God knows what else was up there, rats, cockroaches, and bed bugs I'm guessing.
We have a room now at the same place, so no worries. The rest of our time in KL has been spent visiting all the sights that one is supposed to see--the parks, Chinatown, Little India, and the Petronas Twin Towers (the second tallest buildings in the world). We also met up with my friends Julia and Carly who I knew from Junior High and High School back in Moraga. We literally ran into them in Vientiane (Laos) and met up again in Hanoi (Vietnam) and Koh Tao (Thailand). We had some good silly times here in KL together --eating Durian (a famous fruit that tastes like egg and onion, that is to say disgusting), getting lost, drinking, and dancing.
Next up: Malaysia's east coast. Until then.....
4 comments:
anyone know where adam is? you there, man?
ryan, your story is somewhat skewed. . we did in fact find a room before we resorted to the roof. . a quint little 'love' hotel for double any hostel that consisted a small sqaure of a room with more stains then walls and an overused mattress, no thanks! well, i would of napped for their 3 hour rate maybe.
See ya in Krabi cowboys.
haha good story. damn you guys grimey.
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