Thank goodness I hadn't booked myself onto an early bus to Kuala Lumpur, as I was still shaky and not well when I boarded at 10.00am the next morning. Sitting in the bus terminal under Komtar, breathing in fumes and the lingering smell of cooked food from the eateries, certainly didn't help. The coach had big, reclining, armchair style seats, three per row, and I fell into mine with a sigh of relief. I took off my shoes, pulled my small pillow from my backpack and dozed the next seven hours away. The bus pulled into Puduraya Terminal in central KL around 5.00pm, and I was greeted by a huge clap of thunder and a few spots of rain as I left the terminal, in search of a taxi. I knew my accomodation was within walking
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