I realise that at least 50% of my blog posts are actually regarding bus journeys but being that 50% of my travels have been spent with my bum on a bus seat, what can you expect?! Saying that, I'm going to throw you a bit of a curveball today and talk about a plane experience (crazy, I know!). My evening began, after a very busy day in the city, with a treat meal of fried chicken, baked beans and chips (something that doesn't happen very often!) but I was extremely disappointed to see that my chips had a lack of salt on them....see, this would be almost acceptable in the UK but here, where they put salt on everything that goes down their gob (even fruit), I saw no excuse for this silly error. After hours of toing and froing, I made the stupid decision to sleep in the airport overnight to avoid a taxi trip at 4 in the morning (and of course the cost that would come with that...). Now when I say "sleep", I had none. I trailed through the airport hub of Asia looking for some other campers so that I wasn't alone and eventually turned a corner onto what you may describe as holding resemblance to a refugee camp....So I plonked my bags down, stuck in my earplugs and endured 7 hours of hell. So far in Malaysia, I have definitely had the most attention than any other country and the KL airport experience was no different, if not worse, as today my curly blonde locks were out (something that doubles the amount of "hellos" I am given)...every time I opened my heavy eyes, I was greeted to pointing fingers and grinning faces walking past - I was not grinning to say the least. Having lay on the airport floor for as long as I could tolerate, I rose at 5am ready to start the boarding process for my flight to Borneo. Shivers ran through my body as I realised that I'd caught quite a chill from the freezing A/C and I ran to the toilet when I thought that sick-was-a-brewing. In terms of a 2 hour flight, the experience was far from easy and I've already booked a hotel for my layover in China as a result of this horrific night. When Ella arrived to the hostel in Borneo a couple of hours after me, she found me poorly in bed and greeted me with "my god, you stink" - nice to see you too big sis....
May 16, 2018
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Kuching, Malaysia
I realise that at least 50% of my blog posts are actually regarding bus journeys but being that 50% of my travels have been spent with my bum on a bus seat, what can you expect?! Saying that, I'm going to throw you a bit of a curveball today and talk about a plane experience (crazy, I know!). My evening began, after a very busy day in the city, with a treat meal of fried chicken, baked beans and chips (something that doesn't happen very often!) but I was extremely disappointed to see that my chips had a lack of salt on them....see, this would be almost acceptable in the UK but here, where they put salt on everything that goes down their gob (even fruit), I saw no excuse for this silly error. After hours of toing and froing, I made the stupid decision to sleep in the airport overnight to avoid a taxi trip at 4 in the morning (and of course the cost that would come with that...). Now when I say "sleep", I had none. I trailed through the airport hub of Asia looking for some other campers so that I wasn't alone and eventually turned a corner onto what you may describe as holding resemblance to a refugee camp....So I plonked my bags down, stuck in my earplugs and endured 7 hours of hell. So far in Malaysia, I have definitely had the most attention than any other country and the KL airport experience was no different, if not worse, as today my curly blonde locks were out (something that doubles the amount of "hellos" I am given)...every time I opened my heavy eyes, I was greeted to pointing fingers and grinning faces walking past - I was not grinning to say the least. Having lay on the airport floor for as long as I could tolerate, I rose at 5am ready to start the boarding process for my flight to Borneo. Shivers ran through my body as I realised that I'd caught quite a chill from the freezing A/C and I ran to the toilet when I thought that sick-was-a-brewing. In terms of a 2 hour flight, the experience was far from easy and I've already booked a hotel for my layover in China as a result of this horrific night. When Ella arrived to the hostel in Borneo a couple of hours after me, she found me poorly in bed and greeted me with "my god, you stink" - nice to see you too big sis....
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The one where I'm unprepared
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The one where I people watch
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The one with the sweaty boys
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The one with the pickled slugs
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The one where I smell
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The one with pacing bears and bamboo grubs
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The one where I might have rabies
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The one with more Pad Thai
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The one with 762 curves
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The one with boobs
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The one with the wall of China
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The one where I'm full
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The one with the "cruise"
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The one with waterfalls
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The one with one too many waterfalls...
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The one where the bird dies
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The one with the Lao Lao
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The one where I discover bangers and mash
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The one with moody views
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The one with a girl, a bike and a big city
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The one where I'm offered a foetus kebab
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The one where I'm really lazy
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The one with dolphins in it
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The one with the virgin chicken
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The one where I eat a lot of pepper
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The one with the minty Carbonara
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The one where there's a bit o splash back
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The one where I'm at one with nature
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The one with the red chair restaurants
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The one with the disappointed tourists
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The one where it's not actually cake
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The one where I wait
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The one where I cross the border
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The one where there are tiny chairs at tiny tables
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The one where I fight with the toilet
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The one where there was "no roast duck" left
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The one with the fashionable poncho's
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The one with the broken scooter
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The one where I eat wild mushrooms
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The one where my kayak is full of coral
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The one with the giggling policemen
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The one where I am reunited with Pad Thai
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The one where everything is extortionate
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The one where I'm a bottomless pit
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The one where I apparently stink
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The one where he melted
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The one where Oasis perform live
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The one where my splinter is sterile
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The one where it comes to an end
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