The only photo I took on my phone in Kuala Lumpur
– No sooner than I had arrived in Singapore I was travelling to the next destination, which for me – was Kuala Lumpur. Deciding to not continue south originally from the West Islands of Thailand was a blessing in disguise. I got a coach from downtown Singapore all the way to KL and the trip was fairly average with the highlight being the huge amount of customs stoppages ‘in and out’ of Singapore, which was as thorough and time consuming as an international arrival to the US.
When I finally arrived in Kuala Lumpur central it was dark and the coach dropped us off about half a mile from the coach depot, which skewed my sense of direction, inevitably forcing me to take a taxi less than a mile to china town. Chinatown was cool and there was lots of nice street food on the roads for all to eat and the prices here were very cheap.
The hostel I stayed at was bang in the middle of the main china town road and behind this road there was like a pedestrianized cross-shaped arcade, which in the daytimes was full of interesting market, stalls with lots of knock-off crap being sold for cheap. My hostel was called something like Backpackers HQ and it was up a huge flight of stairs (and then 3 more to the room), which was a bit annoying, but for around £6 a night for a double fan room – I was not going to complain.
By this point in my trip I had left Sam in Siem Reap, Chad and Gabby in Phnom Penh and Thomas in Singapore. I was alone – but lucky for me the rooftop bar was very welcoming and I hit it off with the barkeep and other travellers straight away. Later on in the evening some snot-nosed gap-year posh English lads ended up jumping in on our social circle and taking over the conversation. I could not believe what total ass-hole rich kids these guys were and some of the shit that came out of their mouths was so close-minded, narrow and inward that I could not believe they had actually been anywhere outside Bedfordshire. Coming on to the girls with the over told stories of Laos and Vang Veung with no conviction was just tiring and although I did go and party with them, I called in early due to the main guys utter motor mouth of pretentious bullshit that was not impressing any of the girls.
Next day I had a little explore about the place and got on the sky train to go to some shopping malls where I spent time purchasing some cheap shirts and other bits for my impending flight to Melbourne. See one thing about this plan that was hatched in Singapore was that I could go and see Kuala Lumpur but also pick up the cheapest flights of the year just before New Years and get to Australia only paying £100 for the 7 hour flight.
My total cost of flights was nearly half that of a direct flight from the UK to Australia and I got to enjoy the best adventure of my life (so far) in the process. Pretty sweet deal – if you ask me. Although £240 for the Australian working VISA is a bit gay if I’m honest.
So the next day I woke up early and got the coach from Kuala Lumpur central to the airport (which unfortunately is like nearer Singapore than it is to the capital so another 6 hours back down the country for me. One thing also worth noting is that there are two airports – one Air Asia and one normal international, so be careful when getting off the coaches, as no one will tell you this.
I reached the airport with very little money left but was ready to earn a whole bunch more in the newest land of opportunity – Australia (or just Straya if your local).