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Trip Start Jun 17, 2011
42Trip End Dec 24, 2011
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Where I stayed
Anjung KL Guesthouse Kuala Lumpur
Read my review - 1/5 stars
Read my review - 1/5 stars
What I did
Hop on, hop off bus tour
I can't believe it! The BANK OF ISLAM ATM at the KL International Airport does not accept foreign cards and just eats them. Just like that. "Oh, yes, didn't you see the notice?" You mean the tiny, pink piece of paper that is casually posted NEXT to the ATM and not ON the ATM? No, I didn't. I just got of a plane, I'm tired and hungry. "Well, you might get your card back on Monday." It's Friday night, I have no local money, I have no friends/family here and I'm leaving next Tuesday early AM. You've got to be kidding me. I call my bank, in London, who was, as always, not helpful at all. Barclays, this is the last drop, I am changing banks. "Oh, by the way, they will probably destroy the card. That's what they always do"
Kuala Lumpur is a pretty fantastic city. The Petronas Twin Towers are very impressive, facilities are very modern and they have Starbucks! And Sushi King! So I indulged. I watched the Rugby World Cup at the local Irish Pub (South Africa vs Wales). And I decided that rugby players are pretty attractive. I did the 'hop-on-hop-off bus tour and had a wonderful time at the butterfly park. I made a new friend, named Sibili III. It was a small, cute butterfly and it sat on my head while I strolled through the park.
My last day turned out to be a little different than planned. There was this guy at the entrance of one of the malls. He was begging and had an open flesh wound on his leg. It looked so bad, it creeped me out. So I decided to pass on that good karma. And I called a taxi and took him to the hospital where they treated the wound (it was a bit late as he had been running around like that for a very, very long time) and took X-rays. The specialist told me that the best thing for this man was to amputate the lower part of his leg. I kind of knew that already. The poor guy refused so all I could do was order a taxi to wherever it is that he lives. I never learned his name, we didn't exchange any words as he did not speak English. But I hope that I comforted him a bit by just being there by his side (and paying for his hospital visit). I wish him well... There are hardly any social support systems in place in KL. If you're old, or sick or just poor and you have no relatives or friends who are willing to take care of you, you are f*cked
This experience made me think of starting a charity. As I could help other people/animals along the way; while traveling or whenever. But where to start? I've got some investigating to do.
Exit Kuala Lumpur, enter Singapore!
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