A little Asian Jet Lag tale-

I travelled to Borneo during my RTW trip, had a grand old time. Hiking Mountains, seeing Orang-utans, all was awesome. I flew from Kota Kinabalu to Singapore, stayed a day, and then took a couch trip to Kuala Lumpur. I arrived on very little sleep, tired legs from lots of hikes, very little decent food but an intrigued mind.

I wandered around the big malls of KL and appreciated the air conditioning. After a while and a few too many coffee’s this guy walks up to me and asks where I bought my bag, he really liked it. ‘Brighton in England’ I explained, maybe a little too loudly, and a conversation was begun. Turns out, ironically, that his sister was going to England soon, to study nursing, his mother was worried, and he wondered if I, a polite young English man, could go speak to his mother, and explain everything was going to be okay. ‘Why of course!’ I replied and followed him, joyous in the idea of meeting locals and being a real traveller.

He took me to the taxi rank and opened the door for me. Luckily, no matter how jet lagged I was, I wasn’t that stupid. I told the nice man ‘No Thank you’ and walked away, inner monologueing it down the street. ‘Man, If I was Hulk Hogan and not a kinda small with skinny arms, I totally would had hit him, grr’.

After a few minutes of walking I suddenly became aware that I had walked into the more ‘rural’ area of KL. The Slum houses, the angry looking people, and me, the lone white boy with Hawaiian shorts on.

‘Oh Boy’ I commented to myself ‘Maybe I should get a taxi...wait...what would Hulk Hogan do? Would the Hulkster get a taxi? No. NO! No way brother, Hulk Hogan would eat his vitamins, rip his shirt off and find his own way home Gosh Darn it’

So I walked, or rather, stomped, around the strange neighbourhoods of KL singing ‘Voodoo Chile’ to myself and working out the best way to leg drop someone.

Eventually I arrive back to the mall, quite pleased at myself, but even happier to be reacquainted with the air conditioning, when this guy comes up to me, and asks where I got my bag, he likes it.

I turn to him with an insane glint in my eyes ‘I bet you do, and I bet your sister is going to be a nurse in Manchester!’ I exclaimed. He looked worried and confused. ‘Leave me alone Brother, don’t make me run wild on you’.

Jet Lag Rules.