WARNING! The following blog is not going to be pleasant in nature. I am grumpy, and am going to tell you why right now.
My ears hurt something bad, and there's so much shit coming out of the left one that my shirt is crusty and stained. And now that I know it is pus and not merely water coming out, I find it utterly disgusting.
It's 11:30 at night, and I have to wake up at 4:30 in the morning for a transfer back to Kuala Lumpar international airport. Yes, that's right, KL. Not Bangkok.
Which leads me to the main reason I am so grumpy right now. I am in fucking KL and not Bangkok. My flight from KK to BKK was cancelled. The best the airline could do was fly us all to KL then an early morning flight to BKK. Fine, whatever. I miss the first day of my tour. I can handle that. But what a fucking gong show at the airport. They knew about the cancellation hours in advance, but when I get into KL they are still arranging transportation and accomodation. Had to sit at KL airport for 2 freaking hours waiting for a van to come pick us up to take us to the hotel. And it was a white knuckle drive the whole way. I swear, ALL mini-van drivers in Malaysia have a death wish for themselves and their passengers. Haven't been in one yet where I didn't cringe at least 5 times.
AND...I am not even really in KL, so I can't even go get a look at the towers, which might have made this whole mess slightly worthwhile.
AND...these computers are fucking slow. At least it's free.
The hotel is beautiful. Swimming pool and hot tub and gym, none of which I will have time to enjoy.
I don't know what else, actually. If I think of anything else, I will let you know.
I did have a great day up until the cancellation though. After I enjoyed the Sunday market I went for a walk along the waterfront past the water taxi station. On the spur of the moment I decided to hire one for a ride to the Kampung Air (water village). I spent the same amount of money for a 40 min ride as I did for 3 meals and accomodation at Uncle Chan's on Mabul, but it was worth it.
My boat driver took me for a tour through the villages. It was really neat. All the people came rushing from there houses to great me as we drove through the water. The kids jumped off of docks to swim to the boat. These villages are something else. Imagine a small town, but on stilt houses. Schools and stores and mosques...all on the floating village. The driver of the boat said 99% if them were filipino, and fished for a living. Then the driver took me to his school, a beautiful new sprawling structure, of course all on the water. He showed me his classroom, and the offices and staff room. The school even had a prayer room. It was by and large the nicest structure out there. Will download pic later. Too tired right now.
Have to be up in 4 hours, and need a shower to get rid of all this running down the side of my face from the ear pus (that's so gross).
Hopefully I reall will be in Bangkok next time I write.
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