i'm gonna take a little break from the 'holy crap this new place is so neat!' crap that my blog has become as of late because 1) let's be honest, it's getting repetitive and dull and 2) i have something else to say.
i feel SO OLD right now. capital letters old.
maddy and i are couchsurfing with this girl martina right now. she's 21 (born may 17, 1989, just a week and a half before you, kate). last night, i could feel the age difference. for the first time ever, really, i felt like an old person. she was talking a lot about how she liked to go out until 5 or 6 in the morning (which i never actually, nor did the idea ever actually appeal to me, but a few years ago the idea was at least a possibility for me). she mostly just hung out with her friends all the time. her walls are covered with pictures of her friends.
this isn't to say that mature people don't have pictures up on the wall (i'm putting college pictures on my walls as soon as i get an apt) or that old people don't go out...it's just...my priorities are different now, i spose. i don't feel like going out because it just means spending a lot of money on drinks, having a bunch of potentially awk conversations, going from place to place trying to find the ''best'' party, paying for a taxi ride home, blah blah blah.
i'd rather stay home on the internet, go to bed early, then wake up early tomorrow to walk around town. this either makes me an old grandma or a major nerd.
so martina said last night that tonight (friday night), she'd be going out with some friends and would we wanna join? oh, sure, why not. she seemed nice enough. we were sort of hesitant today because she likes to go out until the sunrise and we're happy with a 10 pm bed time, we're poor and have a lot more travel ahead of us and lots of drinks are sort of out of budget, and we really like getting sleep. but whatever, ok, we'll go.
but then this prague couple showed up. for some reason, martina decided she could host all four of us--me, maddy, and prague couple--in her tiny room. before prague couple even showed up, we were wary.
then they came. they were all over each other in the way that only young, incredibly horny couples can be. they immediately made themselves comfortable on martina's bed and alternated between making out, talking only to each other, and chatting with us. then mostly touching each other.
czech girl is going to india pretty soon with her family, so we talked about that for a while. we talked about how even though we only went to mumbai, india's an intense place you really have to prepare yourself for. it's hot, people beg you for money all the time, it's hard to figure out, scams are abound, not everyone's trustworthy, etc. nonetheless, she's trying to convince czech boy that they should visit india together next summer.
they've been together for a month and a half. he's 20, she's 19. she's preparing to take what are equivalent to the SATs. you know how they met? free hugs.
''what's free hugs?''
''ohhhh, you haven't heard of it?''
they googled it and showed us a video. it's just that thing where people hold up a sign that says ''free hugs'' and they hug strangers. i thought this was just a college thing cuz people at ucsb used to do this, and i saw youngish people in hanoi doing it, too.
''so you guys just hugged and then you started dating?''
czech boy: ''well, i was horny.''
later czech boy tried to convince us we need to go to places like slovakia to see ''real'' europe. to see little villages, not all this big, rich western stuff. like he didn't even hear us talk about how we've been in thailand for a year.
yeah we're not going out with them tonight. i'd much rather put on my pjs, drink a beer, and go to bed early.
27.10.10
bundling up
we're in vienna, austria now. it's freezing, as predicted. but it's absolutely gorgeous. i'm not sure why, but i didn't realize it'd be autumn here. stupid comment, i know. but i didn't think about how all the leaves would be changing and coloring the sidewalk, or how the bright sun and the crisp air would make that feeling that's just so uniquely fall. i haven't had autumn in a long time.
yesterday i wore a scarf, huge jacket, and boots. last night i put on socks, pants, and a long-sleeved shirt to go to bed.
i love the cold.
(p.s. i probably won't be this happy about the sub-zero temps in a couple weeks, so when i start to complain about it then, don't be a douche and remind me about how elated i was.)
26.10.10
going out west
it's our last night in egypt. we're back in cairo, planning to leave in half an hour to catch our 2:55 am flight. by tomorrow morning, we'll be in vienna, austria.
this is the first time i'll be in western society since i left america. it'll be the first time i can blend in with the locals in over a year. i won't be a spectacle. people won't just stare because i'm white.
hallelujah!
but it's gonna be effing FREEZING. you guys, the high is 46 degrees. farenheit. THAT'S SO COLD.
this is the first time i'll be in western society since i left america. it'll be the first time i can blend in with the locals in over a year. i won't be a spectacle. people won't just stare because i'm white.
hallelujah!
but it's gonna be effing FREEZING. you guys, the high is 46 degrees. farenheit. THAT'S SO COLD.
23.10.10
i love alexandria.
normally i like to be more creative with my subject lines, but i can't think of a single other thing.
we've only been here for about five hours but alexandria's already shaping up to be my favorite city in egypt. the weather is gorgeous--think about five degrees warmer than sb. it's on the beach, and every time i'm in a beach city i'm more and more convinced that i need to live near an ocean forever. it's adorably quaint, but big at the same time. where luxor was hot and dusty, alex is breezy and has that ocean-air feeling. where cairo was busy and rushed, alex seems less populated and relaxed.
i know, i know, that's a lot to gather from five hours, nicki. why don't you tell me how you feel in two days?
ok, fine, i will. after i've had at least two more glasses of the best mango juice ever, fresh mediterranean seafood, and coffee overlooking the sea.
also, we have a tv in our adorable room in our french-style hotel (elevator with doors you have to close yourself, one of those locks that goes up and down the whole door), and friends was on earlier. it's amazing how much i like friends.
we've only been here for about five hours but alexandria's already shaping up to be my favorite city in egypt. the weather is gorgeous--think about five degrees warmer than sb. it's on the beach, and every time i'm in a beach city i'm more and more convinced that i need to live near an ocean forever. it's adorably quaint, but big at the same time. where luxor was hot and dusty, alex is breezy and has that ocean-air feeling. where cairo was busy and rushed, alex seems less populated and relaxed.
i know, i know, that's a lot to gather from five hours, nicki. why don't you tell me how you feel in two days?
ok, fine, i will. after i've had at least two more glasses of the best mango juice ever, fresh mediterranean seafood, and coffee overlooking the sea.
also, we have a tv in our adorable room in our french-style hotel (elevator with doors you have to close yourself, one of those locks that goes up and down the whole door), and friends was on earlier. it's amazing how much i like friends.
20.10.10
egypt
i wrote down a whole bunch of things i wanted to blog about in my journal last night, but in typical nicki fashion i forgot it in the room. ah, well, i'll have to go from memory.
we left mumbai around 7 am on oct 15, the one-month countdown to america. after a four-hour layover in KUWAIT (sadly uneventful, save for the few guys who lit up cigarettes inside), we landed in cairo. we were staying with david, a guy maddy found on couchsurfing who said we were welcome to crash at his place. he sent a driver for us, so we were greeted by a sign with maddy's name.
david's house rules. he's got a porch, living room with three couches, cable tv, a pool room, kitchen, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms--and we stayed fo FREE. he's great--he knows he's got a sweet pad in a city where two western girls might not feel so comfortable staying on their own, so he offers up his hospitality. he's tasmanian, which is a hilarious coincidence because two of our guy friends from thailand were from tassie, too. we've met something like 10% of the population now.
god, i don't know what i'm doing going on about these unimportant details. anyway, i'm just gonna move on to the excellent things now.
--SAW THE PYRAMIDS! they were just as extraordinary as i thought they would be. nothing will replace that "holy crap i'm actually here" moment when we first walked in.
--there's pita bread everywhere. huge trays full of dozens on pitas wander the streets on top of heads, hips, and shoulders. we get whole wheat pita bread with almost every meal. in fact, we've been eating tons of bread. for breakfast on the train (i'll get to that in a minute), we were served four bread products. four! that's unnecessary. my carb intake is wayyyyy too deliciously high right now.
--all of the food is delicious. my dish de jour is koshari, which is pasta, spaghetti, rice, onions, lentils, tomatos, and some sort of delicious spices mixed together. it tastes like comfort food. OH and baked goods! one day we followed our best friend lonely planet to this bakery in downtown cairo. we haven't been impressed by desserts in the last year and expectations were low, but MAN did we underestimate. at least 100 different types of cookies, cakes, pastries, nuts, and other sweets stared at us when we walked in. we ate the most delicious three-layer chocolate cookie concoction of our lives.
--the cairo metro is wonderful. i'm very passionate about public transportation in other countries, and this city did not disappoint. sure, it could have a couple more lines, but it's cheap (about 20 cents to go anywhere), fast, and there's a ladies car. ladies car is the best--everybody coos over cute babies, we beg each other to take the seats, and we all go out of our way to be generally polite.
--we spent an afternoon wandering islamic cairo, through the shops and the guys shouting "HERE! have a look!" there's so much good shopping here.
--cairenes are some of the friendliest people--with the huge exception of taxi drivers/people selling things. we got out of a cab after the pyramids (the guy was weird and wanted to charge us way too much) and were trying to hand the guy the fare we thought was enough. he was hassling us, and a stranger from afar saw the interaction. stranger came up and said, "excuse me, girls, is everything ok?" we explained what was happening, he talked to the cab driver in arabic, and said, "ok, that's it, have a good day, girls."
that's all just cairo stuff. we decided we'd travel down to luxor by train. it was really expensive ($60 one way! in thailand it's less than $20!), but whatever, we're only here once, so let's just do it.
THE TRAIN WAS MAGICAL AND WONDERFUL. we had our own cabin that came with towels, A/C, a table, a mirror, hangers, huge blankets, an outlet, and did i mention we had this all to ourselves!? we quickly made the space our home and started up the music and painted our nails. we even got dinner and breakfast on this magical train.
now we're in luxor. yesterday we saw luxor temple and night, and it was easily one of the most gorgeous things i've seen in my life. the heiroglyphics made my 6th grade brain thrilled. when we came in to town yesterday morning, it was ghostly; when we wandered around after the temple, it was like it came to life. this morning we went to the valley of the kings and walked inside three tombs, in awe at how in tact they still are after a zillion years. tomorrow we're waking up at 4 am to take a hot air balloon ride over luxor at sunrise, and then in the evening we're gonna sail on the nile for sunset.
i love this country.
we left mumbai around 7 am on oct 15, the one-month countdown to america. after a four-hour layover in KUWAIT (sadly uneventful, save for the few guys who lit up cigarettes inside), we landed in cairo. we were staying with david, a guy maddy found on couchsurfing who said we were welcome to crash at his place. he sent a driver for us, so we were greeted by a sign with maddy's name.
david's house rules. he's got a porch, living room with three couches, cable tv, a pool room, kitchen, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms--and we stayed fo FREE. he's great--he knows he's got a sweet pad in a city where two western girls might not feel so comfortable staying on their own, so he offers up his hospitality. he's tasmanian, which is a hilarious coincidence because two of our guy friends from thailand were from tassie, too. we've met something like 10% of the population now.
god, i don't know what i'm doing going on about these unimportant details. anyway, i'm just gonna move on to the excellent things now.
--SAW THE PYRAMIDS! they were just as extraordinary as i thought they would be. nothing will replace that "holy crap i'm actually here" moment when we first walked in.
--there's pita bread everywhere. huge trays full of dozens on pitas wander the streets on top of heads, hips, and shoulders. we get whole wheat pita bread with almost every meal. in fact, we've been eating tons of bread. for breakfast on the train (i'll get to that in a minute), we were served four bread products. four! that's unnecessary. my carb intake is wayyyyy too deliciously high right now.
--all of the food is delicious. my dish de jour is koshari, which is pasta, spaghetti, rice, onions, lentils, tomatos, and some sort of delicious spices mixed together. it tastes like comfort food. OH and baked goods! one day we followed our best friend lonely planet to this bakery in downtown cairo. we haven't been impressed by desserts in the last year and expectations were low, but MAN did we underestimate. at least 100 different types of cookies, cakes, pastries, nuts, and other sweets stared at us when we walked in. we ate the most delicious three-layer chocolate cookie concoction of our lives.
--the cairo metro is wonderful. i'm very passionate about public transportation in other countries, and this city did not disappoint. sure, it could have a couple more lines, but it's cheap (about 20 cents to go anywhere), fast, and there's a ladies car. ladies car is the best--everybody coos over cute babies, we beg each other to take the seats, and we all go out of our way to be generally polite.
--we spent an afternoon wandering islamic cairo, through the shops and the guys shouting "HERE! have a look!" there's so much good shopping here.
--cairenes are some of the friendliest people--with the huge exception of taxi drivers/people selling things. we got out of a cab after the pyramids (the guy was weird and wanted to charge us way too much) and were trying to hand the guy the fare we thought was enough. he was hassling us, and a stranger from afar saw the interaction. stranger came up and said, "excuse me, girls, is everything ok?" we explained what was happening, he talked to the cab driver in arabic, and said, "ok, that's it, have a good day, girls."
that's all just cairo stuff. we decided we'd travel down to luxor by train. it was really expensive ($60 one way! in thailand it's less than $20!), but whatever, we're only here once, so let's just do it.
THE TRAIN WAS MAGICAL AND WONDERFUL. we had our own cabin that came with towels, A/C, a table, a mirror, hangers, huge blankets, an outlet, and did i mention we had this all to ourselves!? we quickly made the space our home and started up the music and painted our nails. we even got dinner and breakfast on this magical train.
now we're in luxor. yesterday we saw luxor temple and night, and it was easily one of the most gorgeous things i've seen in my life. the heiroglyphics made my 6th grade brain thrilled. when we came in to town yesterday morning, it was ghostly; when we wandered around after the temple, it was like it came to life. this morning we went to the valley of the kings and walked inside three tombs, in awe at how in tact they still are after a zillion years. tomorrow we're waking up at 4 am to take a hot air balloon ride over luxor at sunrise, and then in the evening we're gonna sail on the nile for sunset.
i love this country.
14.10.10
mumbai's tendencies
today's our last day in the city, day number six. our flight leaves at 6:40 am tomorrow morning, meaning we'll be hopping in a taxi at 3:30 am.
buh bye, restful night's sleep. eh, i can't really muster up the anger, though; when we finish this leg of flying, we'll be in cairo among literally too much history for my brain to hold. OH BUT FIRST we have a layover in kuwait. lol.
anyway, i've noticed some things around here in the last six-ish days.
the indian head bobble
it's not a nod...it's not a shake...it's a side-to-side tipping of the head. they do it all the time.
"hey, can we get this taxi to colaba? on the meter?" response: head bobble..."okay." we get in the back of the taxi and he starts the meter
"four hundred rupees! that's way too expensive. can you do 200?" response: head bobble..."okay." and i buy said thing for 200 rupees.
"we're from america." response: head bobble..."good country."
i can't figure out what the head bobble means. i thought at first that it meant no, but it seems like maybe it means a moment of uncertainty followed by a yes.
"what's your good name?"
people are always asking for our names and where we're from. i've had a couple indians sidle up next to me just to ask where i'm from, then walk away once they know. whenever people ask for our names, they always repeat them and go, "nicki. good name." or they'll ask for our "good name" right off the bat.
and by the way, when we respond we're from america, a handful of people have gone, "obama! good, good. bush, no good!"
beauty
indian women have taken street clothes to the next level. they have sarees of every color and they never look foolish in these neon bright colors or mismatched patterns; they can rock it like it's nobody's business. they have jewelery hanging off every limb, including the most ornate (and what must be painful) nose piercings ever. they're making me want to buy a saree and get my nose re-pierced. (i might give in to both of these things, but the latter will have to wait until america.)
i'm famous in india
you'd think we were, anyway. we've been in pictures with at least 50 indian people; this is not hyperbolic in any way. when we sat at the hanging gardens for an hour or so the other day, families would come up to us and just rotate through, snapping picture after picture. when we were at elephanta island, as soon as one group stopped us to take a picture with them, it was free rein for every other group to step in and take pictures with us, too. yesterday at haji ali, as we were sitting and quietly reading our books on some rocks off to the side, minding our own business, a family tapped our shoulders and asked us to be in their family portrait. you'd think we were a mumbai attraction.
i wasn't ready to leave don det, laos, and i wasn't ready to leave hanoi, but i think i'm ready to leave mumbai. i'm done being a spectacle here, i'm done with the pollution of the city, and i think i've seen enough for now. i've loved it and i think it's a wonderful city filled with characters (mostly charming and friendly, but you can't win'em all, eh?), but i'm ready to move on.
egypt, here i come.
buh bye, restful night's sleep. eh, i can't really muster up the anger, though; when we finish this leg of flying, we'll be in cairo among literally too much history for my brain to hold. OH BUT FIRST we have a layover in kuwait. lol.
anyway, i've noticed some things around here in the last six-ish days.
the indian head bobble
it's not a nod...it's not a shake...it's a side-to-side tipping of the head. they do it all the time.
"hey, can we get this taxi to colaba? on the meter?" response: head bobble..."okay." we get in the back of the taxi and he starts the meter
"four hundred rupees! that's way too expensive. can you do 200?" response: head bobble..."okay." and i buy said thing for 200 rupees.
"we're from america." response: head bobble..."good country."
i can't figure out what the head bobble means. i thought at first that it meant no, but it seems like maybe it means a moment of uncertainty followed by a yes.
"what's your good name?"
people are always asking for our names and where we're from. i've had a couple indians sidle up next to me just to ask where i'm from, then walk away once they know. whenever people ask for our names, they always repeat them and go, "nicki. good name." or they'll ask for our "good name" right off the bat.
and by the way, when we respond we're from america, a handful of people have gone, "obama! good, good. bush, no good!"
beauty
indian women have taken street clothes to the next level. they have sarees of every color and they never look foolish in these neon bright colors or mismatched patterns; they can rock it like it's nobody's business. they have jewelery hanging off every limb, including the most ornate (and what must be painful) nose piercings ever. they're making me want to buy a saree and get my nose re-pierced. (i might give in to both of these things, but the latter will have to wait until america.)
i'm famous in india
you'd think we were, anyway. we've been in pictures with at least 50 indian people; this is not hyperbolic in any way. when we sat at the hanging gardens for an hour or so the other day, families would come up to us and just rotate through, snapping picture after picture. when we were at elephanta island, as soon as one group stopped us to take a picture with them, it was free rein for every other group to step in and take pictures with us, too. yesterday at haji ali, as we were sitting and quietly reading our books on some rocks off to the side, minding our own business, a family tapped our shoulders and asked us to be in their family portrait. you'd think we were a mumbai attraction.
i wasn't ready to leave don det, laos, and i wasn't ready to leave hanoi, but i think i'm ready to leave mumbai. i'm done being a spectacle here, i'm done with the pollution of the city, and i think i've seen enough for now. i've loved it and i think it's a wonderful city filled with characters (mostly charming and friendly, but you can't win'em all, eh?), but i'm ready to move on.
egypt, here i come.
10.10.10
MUMBAI.
i'll give it to you straight: i was scared of india. i've been talking to a lot of people about traveling and people talk about how exhausting india is. it's not a place you go and easily fall in love with, like thailand. india's full of rough people and it's hard to get around and the men constantly leer and you'll definitely get ripped off.
so why am i going here again? *sigh* but we'd bought the place tickets, gotten the visas, so we were going.
and now that i'm here...i think everyone was exaggerating. this city's been wonderful to us so far. sure, we've met some unscrupulous seller guys and sad, puppy-dog-eyed children have tugged on our arms and begged for money, but overall, this isn't the harsh country i thought it would be.
granted, we've only been in mumbai/bombay/i can't decide what to call it. it's a big international city and people act differently in cities like this; generally, everything should be up to international/western standards. so i'm doing india-lite version.
but really, we've met mostly wonderful people. there was kamul, who we met on the street and who wandered around town with us for a while, helped us get sim cards, and invited us to a party later (which we declined and he understood). our cab driver from the airport was really sweet, pointing out all the sights of the city and making sure we got into our hotel. there've been countless other interactions--you know, those brief moments you have with strangers, whether they're in a hotel/restaurant/park/whatever--that haven't been harsh or rude at all.
this isn't to say that the city is all calm and full of wonderful people, though. it's a bizarre, loud, DIRTY place. oh man, you guys, you should've seen my feet yesterday. we went to the washer place (where thousands of guys are literally just washing clothes in these concrete basins) and walked around, so my feet got wet and gross in there, then we went to chowpatty beach on the arabian sea (aka a trash can), and my feet got grosser there, so that by the time we got home to shower at the end of the day, my sandaled feet looked like they were wearing shoes.
people are selling the weirdest stuff here. peacock feathers seem to be popular with the vendors, as do incredibly oversized balloons. seriously, they're the size of a my-size barbie. yeah, i totally and completely wanna walk around this crowded city with a giant balloon.
ok maybe those things aren't THAT weird. with that intro (and in such a foreign place) you were prob expecting something like elephant heads or snake venom.
there are almost zero white people around here. i thought that since we were coming to such a huge place, we'd be mobbing around with white people all the time. instead, we've been pointing out white folks like they're some sort of novel attraction because we hardly ever see them.
there are, however, a zillion men. i've never seen so many men (and so few women) in my life. today maddy and i walked to this green space in the middle of the city, next to the university and high court, where a ton of people were playing cricket. it was maybe two, three football fields long, filled with hundreds of men playing cricket. we're pretty sure that we were the only women in the whole area, save for this one other white girl with her SO. i've never been so completely surrounded by so much testosterone.
last night we were offered the chance to go to some sort of grand event for presumably a bollywood thing. we would've gone except it was outside the city so we were supposed to go spend the night in this random place. no thank you.
now we're staying at the salvation army's red shield house. I KNOW. i feel so traveler-y. it's dirty and sort of run down, but maddy and i are loving it. we have our own room, our own bathroom, and free breakfast and lunch included in the room price. we eat in a canteen. it's just like school.
this afternoon we're gonna go up to the hanging gardens and jain temple. we're gonna take an old school cab. i swear they haven't updated their fleet since ford invented the car.
oh, and yesterday we took a ride on the train, too. the public transport in the city. when we first walked in to the station it was insane and we were like OH HELL NO THIS IS CRAZY AND SO MANY PEOPLE AND IN AN UNREADABLE LANGUAGE. but then we sat for a while, observed the ways of the people, and got more confident about it. we took a cab anyway (we were exactly sure where we were going), but on the way back hopped on the train. we were in a ladies-only car. it was awesome.
headed back upstairs to read and escape the sweaty afternoon heat. afternoon time is nap time.
p.s. kuala lumpur, malaysia, was pretty uneventful and not really worth mentioning.
so why am i going here again? *sigh* but we'd bought the place tickets, gotten the visas, so we were going.
and now that i'm here...i think everyone was exaggerating. this city's been wonderful to us so far. sure, we've met some unscrupulous seller guys and sad, puppy-dog-eyed children have tugged on our arms and begged for money, but overall, this isn't the harsh country i thought it would be.
granted, we've only been in mumbai/bombay/i can't decide what to call it. it's a big international city and people act differently in cities like this; generally, everything should be up to international/western standards. so i'm doing india-lite version.
but really, we've met mostly wonderful people. there was kamul, who we met on the street and who wandered around town with us for a while, helped us get sim cards, and invited us to a party later (which we declined and he understood). our cab driver from the airport was really sweet, pointing out all the sights of the city and making sure we got into our hotel. there've been countless other interactions--you know, those brief moments you have with strangers, whether they're in a hotel/restaurant/park/whatever--that haven't been harsh or rude at all.
this isn't to say that the city is all calm and full of wonderful people, though. it's a bizarre, loud, DIRTY place. oh man, you guys, you should've seen my feet yesterday. we went to the washer place (where thousands of guys are literally just washing clothes in these concrete basins) and walked around, so my feet got wet and gross in there, then we went to chowpatty beach on the arabian sea (aka a trash can), and my feet got grosser there, so that by the time we got home to shower at the end of the day, my sandaled feet looked like they were wearing shoes.
people are selling the weirdest stuff here. peacock feathers seem to be popular with the vendors, as do incredibly oversized balloons. seriously, they're the size of a my-size barbie. yeah, i totally and completely wanna walk around this crowded city with a giant balloon.
ok maybe those things aren't THAT weird. with that intro (and in such a foreign place) you were prob expecting something like elephant heads or snake venom.
there are almost zero white people around here. i thought that since we were coming to such a huge place, we'd be mobbing around with white people all the time. instead, we've been pointing out white folks like they're some sort of novel attraction because we hardly ever see them.
there are, however, a zillion men. i've never seen so many men (and so few women) in my life. today maddy and i walked to this green space in the middle of the city, next to the university and high court, where a ton of people were playing cricket. it was maybe two, three football fields long, filled with hundreds of men playing cricket. we're pretty sure that we were the only women in the whole area, save for this one other white girl with her SO. i've never been so completely surrounded by so much testosterone.
last night we were offered the chance to go to some sort of grand event for presumably a bollywood thing. we would've gone except it was outside the city so we were supposed to go spend the night in this random place. no thank you.
now we're staying at the salvation army's red shield house. I KNOW. i feel so traveler-y. it's dirty and sort of run down, but maddy and i are loving it. we have our own room, our own bathroom, and free breakfast and lunch included in the room price. we eat in a canteen. it's just like school.
this afternoon we're gonna go up to the hanging gardens and jain temple. we're gonna take an old school cab. i swear they haven't updated their fleet since ford invented the car.
oh, and yesterday we took a ride on the train, too. the public transport in the city. when we first walked in to the station it was insane and we were like OH HELL NO THIS IS CRAZY AND SO MANY PEOPLE AND IN AN UNREADABLE LANGUAGE. but then we sat for a while, observed the ways of the people, and got more confident about it. we took a cab anyway (we were exactly sure where we were going), but on the way back hopped on the train. we were in a ladies-only car. it was awesome.
headed back upstairs to read and escape the sweaty afternoon heat. afternoon time is nap time.
p.s. kuala lumpur, malaysia, was pretty uneventful and not really worth mentioning.
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