What a crazy idea, I just had to try it. From that point on my new motto was "Just go with the Floh". I had no idea what was going to happen, no clue what kind of adventure was waiting for me. I just knew it would be wild and different from what I've experienced so far.
I was excited, I finally got the feeling that I'm moving into a different direction. Stepping out of the airport you could tell, that Malaysia is indeed different. There is money in this country, at least more money than in Vietnam and Cambodia together. KL is a huge metropolis, it's clean, nobody's begging and the people are really friendly in a way that just comforts you without any negative vibes.
On the airport we met a Swedish couple Klaus & Permella (a wonderful unique name and I'm sure I spelled it wrong), with whom we shared a taxi into the city. It took about three quarters of an hour to get downtown. We stayed in a really cool hostel:
Travel Tip: Le Village is a unique place for backpackers. The flair is amazing, the first thing you'll notice is a shoe invasion to the left and the right of a long stairway going up. They have a little community living room to chat, drink free tea or play cards. On the second floor is a little TV with a whole bunch of DVDs and everybody is sitting around it. There's basically no chance to not get into a conversation with somebody staying there. I'd call it the little Village-WG.
This night we were supposed to meet two friends of Floh, Sara and Kristen. They were the reason why Floh (his full name is Daniel Jan Floh Back) already had a ticket to KL. Apparently I wasn't planed in up to that point. That night I wasn't sure for the first time whether me coming here was a good idea or not. I mean he was meeting with two girls and I was not part of that plan. Who knows what 'my friends' could stand for. Maybe I was about to interrupt a long forgotten romance or something. Well I waited for their arrival with a mixture of feelings.
It was close to 1.00 a.m. when they arrived, we were both pretty tired but I really wanted to know what they were like and obviously they had to catch up on stories since they haven't seen each other for years. My stomach didn't like me again this night, so since I couldn't sleep anyway I stayed up with them until 4 or something, listening to crazy stories of people I don't know. Up to that point I did not know who they are or what they've been through, but I knew definitely that I like 'em already.
The next day Floh and I met up with Klaus and Permella again, since we really like that couple and they said there would be a free bus ride around town. The girls slept in and went by foot on their own. Instead of getting a free bus ride we ended up going into a aquarium though. I've never been in such a cool aquarium in my life. There was a huge glass tube in the middle of it, filled with a tree and a bunch of fish. You just walk around it. At the bottom of the aquarium was a moving sidewalk. Stepping on it and watching up was like loosing the feeling for time and space. Your balance seems to fade away and suddenly there were all sorts of fish, sharks and sting rays all around you. All these colors and these different lights, it's another world down there.
While we were watching all these fishes, the girls made friends with some Malay-guy called Will. If it wasn't because of Will, we wouldn't have had an amazing Malay-dinner this night. Afterward he took us into the nightlife of KL. Finally I could dance again! That's been the longest dance break I had so far. Man how I missed going out!
I was looking at Floh, then looking at the dance floor and back again to Floh. He just shook his head and refused to dance. But dancing by yourself isn't as much fun... well I went out there anyway, since I don't go to places where people dance to just stand in the corner. It took probably a minute until a strange old Malay-guy came over and grabbed me for a dance. I thought okay one dance with the wrong guy is better than no dance partner. He was kind of clingy though so I quit after that song and on my way back there was another guy inviting me for a campari-cola. I was thirsty and I couldn't spot Floh so I took it. With a little bit of alcohol you could dance just so much better. That walking around and being wanted felt good, but Floh still refused to dance. Nothing would keep me from dancing though and the girls were really good companions on the floor.
After a while I suddenly felt somebody breathing right next to me. I did not think he would break his statement, but he did. Now that was what I call dancing with sparkles. I loved it.
The next day was more or less an organizing day. I packed another package and got rid of another 5 kg. Now I'm down to 15 kg luggage. It's amazing how few stuff you actually need.
The sadest thing though is, that the 'band' was forced to quit. The climate in Malaysia was obviously not made for cheap Chinese guitars, too much humidity simply broke it, which almost broke my hearth. And we also had to keep Floh's drumsticks in good memories, since he left 'em in Will's car. "Geteiltes Leid ist halbes Leid", so we were back on the road again leaving Will in KL together with the broken guitar and the forgotten drumsticks.
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