After leaving Malaka I headed to Kl hoping that I would have enough time to see the famous twin towers (former tallest building in the world before the Burj khalifa in Dubai came along and stole all the glory!) To tell the truth I was tired and a little fed up. My arm ached as I dragged my much too heavy bag around the city, I was lost, confused and I just wanted to put this bag down! Eventually I made it to my hostel, they weren't ready to check me in yet but I could leave my bag and head to find food.

Using my map, I became lost again! "FFS"! I shouted. I contemplated having a nap on the hostel couch but I didn't want to regret my one afternoon in KL so I ploughed on in search for food. When I found it, it wasn't great but I started to feel a little better. I headed off to find the towers. The sun's heat pounded down on me and it wasn't long before I was desperate to find aircon or shade. I hopped on a free bus. Wrong bus! It took me I don't even know where but at least it was cool, plus a really nice girl led me to the train station and explained where I needed to go. I arrived and saw a part of one of the buildings, the few signs dotted around suggested that I should go into the mall. I asked for further directions and was sent on a wild goose chase around the shopping centre. Whilst waiting for the lift I heard two Australian woman complaining that they couldn't find it either. I figured strength in numbers might apply here. It didn't. The chain of lost, grumpy, disgruntled people had just grown.
Eventually after going up down, up down, we saw a tiny sign pointing in the direction of the ticket office. I approached the booth feeling relived.

"Did you book online?" The ticket lady asked me.
"Errm, no." I instantly felt worried.
The Australian women were next to me now awaiting the woman's next words.
"So, we close for today. We are not selling anymore tickets."
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" the frustrated scream of the Australian lady echoed through the empty lobby, the few people that were in there turned around looking frightened.
To be fair, the same thing happened to me, I just screamed internally like a normal person!

Moving on, I was truly fed up now, the only salvation was that there was a really lovely garden outside the mall with a huge fountain and pretty flowers. I sat there and had an iced tea to calm myself, also keeping my spirits up was a text from Nicole suggesting dinner. By the time I got to my hostel, I was tired, hot, bothered and disappointed that I had just wasted three hours being lost and saw nothing at the end of it.
"I don't have a Julie Manning booked in here. Maybe you're in the other hostel. This is Jump Inn. You are in Jump in Too." an audible scream rose my throat but somehow I managed to keep it in.

Luckily the other hostel was just a short walk down the road and as luck would have it I met a guy on my flight to Vietnam so we discussed sharing a cab and I finally started to relax.

Dinner with Nicole was lovely, we met on the same street I had stayed in the day before I went to Malaka and just continued having deep meaningful conversations about life and about how she was excited to get back to her dog and husband. We said our goodbyes with a promise of a meet up soon back in the UK. I will be holding her to that.

Back at the hostel things were cheery. My Vietnam Airport buddy was a social worker from Manchester called Steven and he was really lovely. We chatted loads about his job and about how tricky working with parents and families can be. Afterwards we got forced (perhaps that''s too strong a term) encouraged to play drinking games but called it early in preparation for the flight ahead.