|
  | |  |
Gotta love those visa agencies
Entry 97 of 149 | show all | print this entry |
Friday rolls around, the day my visa should be ready, and i again had a real shitter of a day. Time to phone the visa agency to see if my visa is ready. First few phone boxes reject my money, then the next few phone boxes eat my money, until i have no change left. Half an hour later, having tried numerous phone boxes and numerous obscenities having been shouted in the streets, i return to the guest house to try and phone from there. The bearded guy who works there lets me use his phone but he hasn't got much credit and the helpful people at the visa place hang up on me before i can get an answer. Didn't sleep very well as it is and was very grouchy to begin the day, so this is not how i wanted my day to start.
Walking down to the visa agency, i am told that it won't come through until 2pm, so i kill time and come back, only to be told its now not gonna be ready till Monday or Tuesday at the earliest. Great, even more time here. Met Farah later on and the day just got better and better. She said we were going to go to a waterfall which wasn't too far away. Bear in mind people that this is Malaysia, and at this time of year it is bloody hot here, so this sounded like an excellent way to escape the heat and put me in a better mood.
Now i don't like car journeys as it is, but this was truly my worst nightmare. we had to spend maybe 2hrs in her car in the scorching heat in traffic, and Farah wouldn't use her air con either. As we weren't moving winding down the windows gave no relief from the heat, and this journey resulted in me getting heatstroke, resulting in unbelievable pain in my head, and losing feeling in various parts of my body for the rest of the night. The only upside to this was when the numbness and feeling loss shifted around my body, it occasionally moved into my bottom lip, with the result that i couldn't speak properly. If you have ever seen anyone get their tongue pierced and the effect the anesthetic has on them trying to speak, it was like that. Even i, in my current unpleasant(an understatement there) mood couldn't not find that funny.
The 'waterfall' turned out to be little more than a stream and my sickness got worse and worse, so Farah had to drive me back to the village whilst i struggled to survive. Ate some food in the hope it would combat the sickness, which it didn't, the tried to sleep. Heatstroke caused my headache to get worse and worse, giving me the kind of headache that just isn't going to go away when left alone, yet made me just want to lay still and hope it would. Eventually i had to go out and stumble around KL like a zombie for some panadol, which did nothing, so i had to wander around Chinatown barefoot looking like a madman at 11:30 looking for some stronger painkillers, which i deliberately took too many of. These eventually did the job and the terrible night was over.
Other events in KL included more meetings with Farah and Azhar, including a swimming session and my favourite English pastime, a visit to TESCO! Happy days (no where near as good as Slough tesco though Cod). Also went to a wedding in the Genting highlands, a highland area just outside of KL, and had more drama at the visa agency, as the day the visa was finally approved and ready i was told i would have to wait another day, as the monkeys at the agency couldn't stamp my passport themselves, oh no, thats far to demanding a job, they had to take more money from me and send it away for that, taking another day. Once i finally had my visa, i got a bus to Hat yai, Thailand, from where i got straight on a bus to Bangkok, around 24 hours of traveling.
|
|
If you like this entry, search for other entries from Malaysia or try a new search. |
| |
Back to Entry - Back to Home
|
4 votes 
This is a top pick!
