I've found myself tonight in KL's China town. The night markets were on last night and the town bustling and vibrant, although smelly. Pooey. I'm not supposed to be here, actually. I left Donna and Jodie at KL airport last night for their flight back to Sydney from Langkawi Island, and I made my way into town, armed with Michelle's KL address (but not her phone number, stupidly - I left that in my diary, which I left with Donna to take home because I'm carrying way too much weight - yes, on my body, but also in my three bags! That's not how backpackers should travel! It's early days, after all, and I'm learning!). So anyway, a taxi takes me to Michelle's house and there's no one home. Well, no one answering the door, anyway.
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