Duta Palm Springs Port Dickson

... more differences between East and West.
He then confessed that he was gay and wanted to stroke my balls...haha of course he didn't you fools!!! Made ya titter though, eh?
No, actually he kindly offered me a (temporary) place at his family home in Port Dickson. I checked my anus one last time, then gladly accepted.
Two bus rides later, the second meandering through dense palm tree forest dotted with buildings roofed in a 'bull horns' style (this ...

... les deux afin de savoir ce que l'autre pensait, on s'est demandé si c'était une bonne idée, au final on avait pas trop le choix donc nous sommes partis en espérant ne pas terminer au fond d'un cul de sac dévalisé. Au final tout s'est bien passé, nous avons même été rejoint un peu plus tard par l'un des austrailiens qui étaient sur le bateau...Il était allé voir un peu plus loin mais au final était revenu car il n'avait pas pu trouver ...

Wow! What rain! As we relaxed in the taxi ride out to the coastal town of Port Dickson it poured down like cats and dogs. At least that's what Jon-on said. He's starting to get very familiar with certain similes and phrases. But in this case, it really was true. While he, Julian, and I slept, Kathryn wondered how on earth we could during the deluge. I admit, the few times I opened my eyes it did seem a bit intense. But I trusted that our driver ...

... Semua anak-anak seronok mandi sambil diawasi ibu bapa masing-masing. Saudara Azman pula sibuk mencari udang, banyak juga hasil tangkapan beliau. Berderet anak-anak mengikut belakang beliau semata-mata untuk mendapat udang yang ditangkap. Saudara Azizol pula sibuk dengan 'shisha', sempat juga beliau membawa peralatan menghisap 'shisha'. Suasana memang menyeronokkan bila masing-masing dengan aktiviti masing-masing, mandi sungai, tangkap udang ...

Until last weekend my trip was amazing. Done lots and lots taken lots of beautiful pictures and eaten lots of lovely Indian food. Then last weekend happened...started feeling really rough on Friday, but thought it was just a cough or something. Ended up going to the clinic on Saturday and getting x-rayed, scanned, poked, blood tested by a very very nice doctor, and I have...bronchitis. Joy of joys. So, the freedom from asthma ...

Went to Port Dickson a few weeks back...it was a chance to be amongst nature once again so I grabbed the invitation. Port Dickson is about an hour or an hour and half drive from KL (or it can be just 45mins..depending on how fast you drive) and it is the nearest beach area that you can go to. However, most of my Malaysian friends here say it is not as nice as it used to be because the waters are really bad (meaning dirty). I told them not to worry coz I won't be doing any beach ...

... headed glumly back to the hostel. Later we wondered whether the ticket guy had misunderstood or had played a trick on us, I'd like to hope it was the former. It had been a disappointing day and the following morning we were due to leave KL to head to central Malaysia and the Taman Negara national park. We had however enjoyed our stay in KL , despite some minor mishaps, but were looking forward to some peace and quiet in the centre of the jungle.

... of water in places. Found a hostel near the old city. Room is weird, up a little narrow ladder, and I have to supply my own padlock, but it is cool enough with the fan going and cheap. Out on the streets again, I realise that this is the first place that I've travelled where it's immediately obvious to everyone who seems me that I am a foreigner. Malaysia is very diverse, with a majority population of ethnic Malays ...

... a tenner per strand of 50 pearls! Liz later on MADE me pearl earrings!!! Then the famous Petaling street which had loads of knock offs, fake designer watches, wallets, handbags, trainers. My friends in Customs would also be interested to know that there were loads of pirate DVD's too. Next day we went to another yuppie hang out called the Curve and met up with friend, Irene for lunch and then strolled through the Saturday crafts market. It was so nice! I wish I could ...

... crusing the streets, ready to pounce on unsuspecting backpackers. Its tradition to have a bowl full of water/flour and to run up to EVERYONE, and wipe flour on their cheeks, forehead and chin- although they tended to get carried away and just coat your entire face. Everyone was on holiday it seems, and pretty much all of the shops were closed 'til Friday. Had a good time, though on the actualy New Years Eve nite (Monday) we started drinking WAY too early ...