From Singapore to Saigon - while I blow my eco footprint.
So I'll admit, I've been a lickle bit slack with the posting recently. Giving you more insights in to my own degenerate mind than into the goings on of my bodied self. So here's the latest...
Since leaving Hangzhou( did I write about that already? hmm if not I'll drop a post in later) I have met up with good friend Tom in Malaysia.
I arranged a cheap as chips flight with Air Asia from China to Kuala Lumpur. I know this goes against my original plan to travel by land as much as humanly possible but after the Belerussian visa fiasco I had to nip that rule in the butt. Anyway, rules are limiting. Boo to rules I say. Although I wouldn't go about saying that too loudly in Malaysia.
Arriving in KL 2 hours late I screwed my meeting arrangements with Tom. Actually everything about our meetup went belly up. My flight was delayed. Tom ended up getting pissed on the beers he bought for us to share on the train down to Singapore. The hotel we arranged to meet in didn't exist as it was in my imagination. In the end free KFC internet and my EEEPC saved the day. We finally managed to check into the same(!) hotel and proceed to celebrate our reunion.
Moving down to Singapore the next day on luxurious bus #1 we settled into a pretty cool hostel on the recommendation of an Irish girl we met on the bus. The tiny but friendly Melissa. Staying in Little India in SG was pretty slick. A true immersion in an Indian environment. This included everything from places of worship to the local superstore being called the Mustapha Centre.
Another indication that we were in little India was the fact that come three or four in the afternoon the streets would fill up with more Indian men than I have ever seen in one place. Infact I have never seen such a concentration of men anywhere, not even at Scissor Sisters at oxegen last year - maybe 200:1, man to woman ration. Ther very definition of a sausage fest. I did briefly think of emailing my friend in Mongolia, but then thought realised that we never got round to the whole email exchange thing. Aww too bad!
Singapore is a city that needs to be visited to be believed. Between the vast construction projects underway and those finished specimens already gleaming in the skyline. For me the highlight was standing at the foot of the Petronas Towers. A truly inspiring creation.
It was fun going out in little India. We met up with a deaf guy who claimed he was a writer/photographer with National Geographic. A guy with some amazing stories to be sure. But also a pretty strong penchant for booze which led to him becoming a bit of a dick by the end of the night. A Dream shattered, I'd always thought National Geographic writers would be like mini David Attenborough, almost floating on a cloud of blissful awareness and heightened dinner banter abilities. My suspicions became aroused when he started boasting about the women he'd slept with.
It was all fun though and truly amazing to meet up with a friend after such a long time. Tom went on his separate way on an early morning flight to Oz while I spent my last day in SG seeking out a luxury coach even better than the one we took from KL.
Needless to say the Tv mounted, reclining massage chair with our own trip hostess pouring drinks was a tad on the opulent side. But what the hell I was feeling sorry for myself being back on my own again..*sniff* ;)
Next stop Saigon..
Since leaving Hangzhou( did I write about that already? hmm if not I'll drop a post in later) I have met up with good friend Tom in Malaysia.
I arranged a cheap as chips flight with Air Asia from China to Kuala Lumpur. I know this goes against my original plan to travel by land as much as humanly possible but after the Belerussian visa fiasco I had to nip that rule in the butt. Anyway, rules are limiting. Boo to rules I say. Although I wouldn't go about saying that too loudly in Malaysia.
Arriving in KL 2 hours late I screwed my meeting arrangements with Tom. Actually everything about our meetup went belly up. My flight was delayed. Tom ended up getting pissed on the beers he bought for us to share on the train down to Singapore. The hotel we arranged to meet in didn't exist as it was in my imagination. In the end free KFC internet and my EEEPC saved the day. We finally managed to check into the same(!) hotel and proceed to celebrate our reunion.
Moving down to Singapore the next day on luxurious bus #1 we settled into a pretty cool hostel on the recommendation of an Irish girl we met on the bus. The tiny but friendly Melissa. Staying in Little India in SG was pretty slick. A true immersion in an Indian environment. This included everything from places of worship to the local superstore being called the Mustapha Centre.
Another indication that we were in little India was the fact that come three or four in the afternoon the streets would fill up with more Indian men than I have ever seen in one place. Infact I have never seen such a concentration of men anywhere, not even at Scissor Sisters at oxegen last year - maybe 200:1, man to woman ration. Ther very definition of a sausage fest. I did briefly think of emailing my friend in Mongolia, but then thought realised that we never got round to the whole email exchange thing. Aww too bad!
Singapore is a city that needs to be visited to be believed. Between the vast construction projects underway and those finished specimens already gleaming in the skyline. For me the highlight was standing at the foot of the Petronas Towers. A truly inspiring creation.
It was fun going out in little India. We met up with a deaf guy who claimed he was a writer/photographer with National Geographic. A guy with some amazing stories to be sure. But also a pretty strong penchant for booze which led to him becoming a bit of a dick by the end of the night. A Dream shattered, I'd always thought National Geographic writers would be like mini David Attenborough, almost floating on a cloud of blissful awareness and heightened dinner banter abilities. My suspicions became aroused when he started boasting about the women he'd slept with.
It was all fun though and truly amazing to meet up with a friend after such a long time. Tom went on his separate way on an early morning flight to Oz while I spent my last day in SG seeking out a luxury coach even better than the one we took from KL.
Needless to say the Tv mounted, reclining massage chair with our own trip hostess pouring drinks was a tad on the opulent side. But what the hell I was feeling sorry for myself being back on my own again..*sniff* ;)
Next stop Saigon..
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