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Published: March 7th 2009
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I had to go back to KL to get the last of my five shots, doctor's orders, and this was the only reason tho return to this shithole. Great... Now I had four nights here just because I'd left Taman Negara earlier than planned due to the money issue. As I mentioned earlier I didn't want to go back to dirty Chow Kit so I wanted to stay in Chinatown instead. I thought I'd try a place called Wheelers as I'd met a dude from that place, the last time I was in KL, that was quite friendly even though I didn't go to his place. Again I was dropped at an unexpected place and was totally lost. I knew I was in Chinatown (which is a small place) but in a part I had missed on my previous stay. Crap! As I was standing around like a moron, trying to get my bearings, a bunch of people approached me. There was this one guy, a middleaged man with stains all over his shirt telling me about this place called the Oasis that was just "great" and he had no profit from telling me this. Even though this place was just
The cell
My 3 sq. meters "room". Not a very good picture though. around the corner I'd set my mind on Wheelers and you could tell the stain shirted guy wasn't hooked up right. Another tout approached me and wanted to take me to some place I didn't want to go to but at least he could take me to Wheelers as it was under the same management. So he whisked me away on quite a walk which of course sucks with the big backpack. We ended up at some other place, of course. "No, where's WHEELERS?" I asked. "Oooohhh WHEELERS..." he said and pointed me back a block. Now I was getting grumpy having to haul my heavy shit back and forth. I walked up the stairs to this shady place that looked like a place where you rent a room for half an hour and was greeted by a woman that obviously packed a penis in her pants. No harm in that as long as people don't pack guns in their pants. The reason I deserted this joint was not because of the ladyboy factor but because the room and especially the johns looked like shit.
So now I was really irritated and lost again as it's impossible for me to remember a route after turning a couple of corners. My plan was to go back to that Oasis place as it at least was really cheap. It sure took me awhile and completely soaked in sweat I finally found the damn place. Boy was this place a shithole! But I didn't have the energy to drag my crap around anymore so defeated I checked into a crappy windowless cell with two beds and a fan for 30RM. The two beds were a good thing as the matresses were shit and I at least could use both of them in one bed. The shared showers and toilets were a joke! Unflushable johns and a shower that sprayed the wall about 1,5m up. Only one toilet had a seat... As there were the usual backpacker scum living there it wasn't unusual to find some nice and fresh urine or poop in these facilities. "But how would they be able to dispose of the excrements if the toilets were unflushable?" you ask. Well, there was a bucket of water and a scoop to "flush" with.
As I really didn't feel like staying in this hellhole I had to eat my complaining words and try to get back to the Hostel Cosmopolitan in Chow Kit. I called them and they would have a room available two days later. I didn't book this room as I was cut off on the public phone before I had a chance to do this. The next day I was in the neighbourhood so I dropped in to make sure I'd get the room. Unfortunately the reception was unmanned and I had to sit around for a little bit more than an hour before someone came. Now it was uncertain if there would be a room and I had to call back later. I would also get an e-mail. Well, when I called back I got the ol' voice mail and of course I got no e-mail. So I e-mailed them but still no answer. I guess they don't give a shit about customers when they are fully booked. Assholes! Meanwhile I had moved to a one bed cell at the Oasis as I thought I was on my way out. Guess again sucker! So now I was stuck in this great 3 square meters room with a door that wouldn't shut properly and when I moved in NO LOCK! Well, at least it only cost 20RM and you sure as hell got what you paid for in this case. I gave up and decided to stay there for my remaining time in KL. In the communal area of the Oasis I saw the stain guy and to no surprise he acted quite strangely. I avoided eye contact with the freak, even though I felt tempted to "thank" him for recommending this place.
So why didn't I try some other place then? One reason was that I felt a bit sick and lacked the energy. Some strange attacks of nausea hit me every day and at first I thought I'd once again had gotten the traveller's diarrhorea, but no. Things just kept going wrong in this godawful city. And you wonder why I bitch and moan so much!
I can't say Chinatown was nicer than Chow Kit. It wasn't as dirty but here you had the transsexual or transvestite whores bothering you instead. "Hello daaaaarling..." And the best thing was that they were parked right outside the door of the Oasis. A word of warning though, if you would like to enjoy the pleasures of these gentlemen of the night it appears they're off on saturdays. I wanted to take a picture of them on this day but they were all gone. Strange day to not be working if you're in the "happy" business. A plus in Chinatown was the supermarket where you could by some cheap snacks. This was the only one I ever saw in this crappy city. Eat feces KL!
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I think subconsciously you love KL else you won't have returned. You can always find a doc elsewhere. Griping is fun for you, fella. So enjoy KL.