From my journal:
April 3, 2007 (Tuesday) 1:20am -- Pudu Hostel, Kuala Lumpur
"What did I do in the past 7 hours? I arrived back in town just in time to catch yet another rainstorm, after a short trip on the bus from the Batu Caves. Got back to my hostel in good order, browsed through my hostel's collection of books and found John Banville's The Sea, which I took (and since no one seemed to notice, kept without trading in my Shakespeare or paying the 5 MYR). Got dinner around the corner after spending 3 hours in the internet cafe. Found a $150.00 flight from Singapore to Chennai on the 12th (Luke arrives at the crack of dawn on the 13th), giving me from 1:30pm on the 12th to 4am the next day to get to Delhi. The big German doofus said that luxury accommodations on the train from Chennai to Kathmandu might be $40. Good enough for me. So I found my ticket on Air India Express and I'll pay tomorrow. Also, I didn't need to wait a day to visit the Indian consulate. There didn't seem to be any holiday listed on the High Commission to KL's website. Chatted with D before she went off to work as a bonus.
At the Ganesh restaurant around the corner I got idiappam with vegetarian korma and thosai. The Indian Malaysian guys seemed to hover around me and I interpreted that as anxiety because I wasn't spending any money. I said thosai and the guy hopefully added "masala thosai?" No. The regular 1 MYR thosai, please. I read some of my stolen Banville book (he writes in a fake way in my opinion, not fake, but... forced?) in my room and then got the 1 MYR tea and rice dish from that restaurant from the first night. Soy milk on the way home for some protein. On the way through the lobby I was stopped by the German and the Japanese guy from Nara; I wound up talking to them for a long time. The Japanese guy insisted on using only Japanese, but I got embarrassed because I was exposed as a fraud. I eventually broke the conversation off and went to bed. The German guy is ridiculous. He said openly, and without realizing why we would be offended, that Americans don't know anything and all Japanese are robots. He then left us to tell two Japanese girls how big his cock is. I came back up here to shower (refilled my tea at 7-11) and my Japanese roommate seems to be in and out. I wonder if he's waiting for me to go to sleep so he can turn off the light and join me. FOR SOME HOT SEX!
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