
Random thoughts -
So we're back in Kuala Lumpur tonight and pretty wasted, and I don't mean drunk, but tired! We got back from the jungle today, and what do you know - it's a LONG trip. We had a great time in Teman Negara.
We concluded last night with a night jungle safari - This included two pickups filled with visitors (us included) driven by a few guys that work at the floating restaurant and pretty much everywhere else in Teman Negara. We rode in their pickups (some even rode on the roof - but don't worry, we were safe in the cab) and drove through some back roads in the jungle (not the actual park as this is not {and should not be} allowed). Apparently the jungle comes to life at night. En route to the jungle (on a paved road) we saw our first slithery friend - A very large python. I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and looked the other way. Shock was avoided.
We then headed into the jungle and saw some leopard cats. Ally and I were intrigued - were these in fact baby leopards, roaming the jungle at night without their mothers? How rare! What would everyone think when we spoke of our leopard sighting? The we got home and read that they are an entirely different animal and actually just a tad bit bigger than your average domestic house cat (i.e. Calvin-sized). Still cool though and if you ask us, we may just say we saw a leopard because it sounds cooler. For example: "Yeah, Ally and I went night trekking through the jungle and saw pythons and leopards." Sounds extreme, right? Anyways, moving on... We also saw a little warthog, some birds, bats and a little teenie snake (sighting number 2). I handled this one a bit better and didn't totally spaz out. I even opened my eyes for a second but could not release my death-grip on Ally's arm...
We got back from the night jungle trek and promptly crashed to the sounds of large bugs just outside the window of our little jungle chalet (a much nicer establishment than the previous night). This morning we awoke to roosters. Yes, it's true. Roosters live in the jungle too. We got up and grabbed breakfast at the floating restaurant on the river where had eaten lunch and dinner the day before. Very exciting. Then we boarded another boat for the journey back down river - I think the name is Kuala Trembling or some business like that..? (I'll update this later). The ride in the boat back is shorter as we weren't going against the current so it took only 2 hours or so. From there we boarded a bus back our favorite town of Jerantut and stopped for lunch and to board another bus. I fell asleep on the way back and am not sure how long it actually took...
Anyways, we got back to Kuala Lumpur and were dropped in Chinatown. From there we decided to go to Batu caves. This was really worth seeing. It is a Hindu temple of sorts in a huge cave in the mountain. And my favorite part, it's swarming with "ling". Ling were everywhere. Big, little, babies, you-name-it, ling paradise! It was my favorite part although I have to say the temple was cool too.
We left Badu Caves and grabbed a cab to take us to Pekeesomethingorrather bus station (don't ask me, Ally knows where it is...) because we had left our big packs there at a bag check station for our journey to Teman Negara (who needs a big pack in the jungle??). At this point, we arrive at the bag check eager to get our bags because we are 1) tired 2) smelly 3) wearing the same hiking socks for 3 days 4) wearing the same pants for longer (ewwww)!! We go up to counter to non-english speaker - We'll call him Mr. Malay. He also happens to be on his first day on the job at the bag counter. We bring our bag counter receipt and he hands over my big green pack and smiles. Where are the other 2 bags we checked?? I'll leave out the details but panic soon ensues as Ally actually enters the bag claim room to look for the missing bags - neither are there. I ask him if the bags are taken offsite and stored elsewhere. He shakes his head no. We are mad and upset at this point. Ally runs off to tell the cab driver to wait for us (he's still waiting in parking lot to take us to our hotel)...Mr. Malay goes over to a coke stand worker who grabs a bus driver who speaks english. We'll call him Mr. English-Speaking-Malay. He communicates to me that bags are actually taken elsewhere and there must be a mix-up. The woman who had helped us will be back tomorrow and we should come back then. Ally comes back and brings me fried bananas to calm nerves and then talks to ransom offsite manager on Mr. malay's cell phone. This all takes about 45 minutes.
We leave upset (and still dirty) and our taxi who is a very nice guy drops us at our hotel the lovely Red Palm guesthouse/hostel - which is very nice - like staying in someone's house :D We unloaded my lone green pack and headed next door to grab indian food at a place run by some nepalese (not sure how you spell that one...)... Anyways, had some yummy food - still not sure what we ordered. Now we are back at the house relaxing because we are tired!!! We are up early tomorrow to check out the Petronas Towers and then go re-harass the bag check place. Then we will explore some other parts of the City - mainly Chinatown, etc. Should be fun.
You're probably wondering about the last reference in my subject line. Toilets in Malaysia. Hmm... I think about wastewater more than the average person - I get paid to think about where it goes, how it gets there and how its treated... But, up until this point I hadn't though much about the toilet itself. I would venture to guess that most of you haven't either? I mean, you go anywhere and there's a toilet, right? Sometimes when you camp or backpack you have to dig or squat, but that's camping... Not here! Here, it's a different story. You go into a bathroom and you may see a toilet (if you're having a lucky day) but most of the time its SURPRISE - a little platform just slightly elevated from the ground with a little bed pan shaped hole in the ground. And there's a hose too. Hmm... Am I supposed to pee in that? I find these a little awkward to maneuver. Maybe people here are different, but how does one (ladies only) pee in a neat little stream into the little hole in the ground while squatting without a) falling into the area around which is always wet and somewhat disgusting b) spraying urine in several directions and most likely missing the little bed pan shaped hole and getting pee down your leg and/or all over your clothes c) getting the bottom edge of your pants saturated with a fine mix of urine and dirty water d) all without toilet paper??? I don't get it?!! Squatting is hard and I wonder how all these Malay ladies in their neat and tidy dresses get the job done. One thing is for certain, I will never take a toilet for granted again. Thank God, Allah, Buddha, random Hindu Gods, etc. for the flush toilet and the ingenious seat cover. I look forward to using you again someday! Oh and in case your are wondering - thanks to whomever advised me to bring our own supply of Charmin and plenty of hand sanitizer - it has come in quite handy here!
All right - I think this is it from us for now. Please send good karma, prayers, thoughts, what-have-you, that are bags show up at Pekiwhatchamacallit station tomorrow.
Peace!