DISCLAIMER: NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENS TODAY BUT I WILL TRY AND MAKE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS EXCITING

Following a late night discussing films, where I managed to gain a fair amount of respect until I confessed that I hadn’t seen a single Lord of The Rings or Terminator film, everyone rose quite late (except for me of course who woke up in time ‘for work’ at 6:30am – great!). This meant that by the time we got down to the breakfast cafe, the noodles were cold. Not ones to complain about any meal that costs less than £1, we got on with it. This did however bring to light a flavour none of us had noticed the previous day. Fish.

To clarify, 75p for cold fish noodles for breakfast. Yum!

I then made my way down to the town to get a bag for my valuables (money, passport etc) for which I had so far been lugging round my entire day sack wherever I went. It is a nice leathery man bag worn round the shoulder. Not at all camp. In fact, I’m feeling a new sense of masculinity since I’ve been wearing it and I’m considering keeping hold of it for when I’m back to carry round my tissues, lip balm, loose change and pain killers in. It cost RM22 which is about £4.50 – bargain – of course, it promptly broke as soon as I started using it.

I also bought a spoon, tub of crunchy peanut butter and loaf of bread. I have no idea why none of the guides and online forums I had read had not suggested this. It is a travelling essential. The things you can make with this kit is literally endless. Peanut butter on bread, peanut butter folded sandwich, peanut butter 2-slice sandwich, peanut butter double decker sandwich, peanut butter on toast (toaster or other heat source required), neat peanut butter off a spoon…

Like I said; Endless.

We spent the rest of the morning reading, chatting, doing card tricks and generally attempting to fill the time until it was acceptable to go for lunch, i.e. midday.

I was still on a bit of a high from the cold fish noodles I had for breakfast (YES – COLD FISH NOODLES FOR BREAKFAST!!), so went all out at lunch time. I ordered Budung, a spicy fish noodle soup (I asked if I could have it cold but they said that they would only serve it hot and I would just have to wait for it to go cold) which was really tasty and the perfect spiciness to it, and seafood fried rice. Both, of course, were served with a fried egg – I’ve probably had about 15 fried eggs since I arrived 4 days ago, as they serve it with everything here! This was the most adventurous thing I’d eaten so far and I loved it.

We bought a tub of ice cream for desert, and took it back to the hostel to eat there. (Peanut butter and ice cream can be added to the list above.)

Following our conversation the night before, we had decided we were going to watch Trainspotting. Most of us had seen it except for Mitch, a Canadian (previously described as a Yank – sorry, Mitch!) with family in Glasgow, and Jasmine, who, although her English is excellent, was no doubt going to struggle.

Mitch loved it and is now convinced that everyone from Scotland is more or less the same as the characters in the film, i.e. cheating, stealing, violent junk addicts, and has therefore lost any desire to go there. Jasmine seemed to get along pretty well considering most people who’s first language is English struggle, only asking for clarification a couple of times.

One thing that a lot of people have asked Paul and I is what the dynamic of the UK is. Do we all get along? Is there a big rivalry? Things like that. I have generally answered that most of the English population (although this is probably skewed by my own opinion) like being a part of the UK and having Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland as our brother nations. In sport, we will generally support the home side, particularly when against any body outside of our own hemisphere. However, the Welsh, Scots and Northern Irish hate us and normally support ‘whoever England are playing’! Anyway, the reason I mention this is because there is a great scene in Trainspotting where they go for a walk through a field near a mountain (Ben Nevis maybe?) and Renton has a rant about what it’s like to be Scottish, describing the English as “wankers*” and saying how depressing it is that Scotland is so “shite**” that they can’t even find a decent country to occupy it. It served as the perfect back up to how I had described the relationship.

* Sorry again Grandad, but that one was necessary. It won’t happen again.
** Okay, it happened again, but it was necessary again. It’s in quotation marks so you know it’s not me saying it. Sorry.

After the film, we all went back out on to the veranda and discussed dinner, dessert and, again, the possibility of going to the karaoke cafe (we didn’t go the previous night). While we discussed our options, Corbin (Yank 1) played his acoustic and we chatted about music.

Before long, the guitar had taken over. Both Corbin and Jake (Yank 2) are great guitarists and can both sing well too. Both of them are into folk and punk and not a lot else, so the catalogue of well known songs was small. But Corbin played a couple of folk songs and got a round of applause from everyone on the veranda and two cans of 7Up from the hostel owner for his efforts. Then Jake played a few and got a round of applause too, but no 7Up (to be fair, Corbin was better). He did introduce us to a folk / country artist called John Prine though;

We sang quite a bit of Johnny Cash, Rolling Stones and, Jake’s fan favourite I Will Survive and by 10:30pm a large crowd had gathered to join in, but the lights got switched off and we were encouraged to go round the corner to the Jungle Bar, which is part of the hostel but away from the bedrooms. The guitar went away for a while but was soon back out again to finish off with Tom Petty Freefallin’ before we were politely asked to shut the hell up.

At this point, Tomas the Argentinian (who you will remember from a previous post if you have been paying attention) suggested that if the guitar was going away we would have to sing A Capella. Unfortunately, nobody knew that one so we just decided to sing without any music.

An anonymous voice on another table began “is this the real life, is this just fantasy…” which, of course, caught on straight away. I haven’t been in a group that big before when everybody has simultaneously exploded into head moshing, a la Wayne’s World. It was quite something.

By this point, the bar guy really was getting upset so we decided to finish up. I had decided to move on the next day to an island on the West coast, about 4 hours away, called Pulau Pangkor (or “Pulau Peter Pangkor Blimey” as I have to say in my head, as my memory for all these place names is so terrible), so I said goodbye to everyone and went to bed.

Everyone else is leaving tomorrow too. Paul is going to KL to meet his cousin, Corbin, Jake and Mitch are heading south to a volunteer project on a floating rice plantation (or something) and Jasmine is heading north to Tanzai (sp?) Beach in Thailand. I’m hoping I might be able to meet up with the American / Canadian boys in KL in a few days.

I can’t believe how much I’ve just written about a day when nothing happened. Tomorrow should be exciting, as, for the first time, I am going somewhere without booking accommodation before I get there. I’m just such a risk taker these days.

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