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To be fair, I did, actually, leave the hostel on my last day in Kuala Lumpur. I strolled out of bed, too late for breakfast, again, at about 11. I sat down with the unnamed traveler for a bit before heading off for a stroll through Chinatown and to get some lunch. My plan for the day was actually to get some laundry done (I'll be honest, I smell) and make out a plan for where I was going the next day. I still really had no idea....

After maybe three hours of sleep I woke up at 9:30am to grab breakfast. I probably should have wasted away my day in bed. Like a normal person would do. But no, I wanted to actually try to do something in Kuala Lumpur. And I had told Eming the night before that I'd meet her at 10am to go to the top of the KL Tower. And so I went down, ate my eggs and beans, and then we headed off. We headed out for some curry before going back to the hostel. She had to leave for her next town and...

After waking up early in Singapore. After checking out of my hostel and walking to the bus station. After arriving at 10:30am and buying a bus ticket for noon. After being told "but you can get on that one that is leaving now." After surviving passport control. After 6 hours on a bus, listening to music and staring out the window pretending I was in a movie. I arrived in Kuala Lumpur. I had directions to a hostel — Reggae Mansion — but they were from the bus station and I certainly wasn't at a bus station. And so I pulled out...

Back home I would get Asian food at least twice a week, probably way more. I'd order Thai food from down the block or I'd grab a quick Whole Foods sushi or I'd get Chinese food for lunch or I'd make myself a stir fry. My diet was thoroughly based on chunks of meat with noodles or rice. After four months of eating way too many doner kebaps, I've been ready for a culinary change. So bring it Asia. Bring. It. ...

It started raining on my walk through a park in Singapore. I was in the herb garden when I could feel it in the air and see the darkness in the sky that it was coming. I tried walking home in it, getting soaked. Until someone saw me sheltering myself under an overhang and pointed me to the nearest metro stop. I ended up spending five nights in Singapore, one more than I had originally planned. Partially because the rain, that just kept coming, made it difficult to really do anything or plan to do anything and so I kept waiting...

Every street in Singapore has a different smell. Some have a scent straight out of a Thai food restaurant. Others like what I remember of Poison perfume. Still others like curry spiked motor oil. I've never been to Asia before and since I had to change my original plan, Singapore seemed as good of any to start with. Actually, I'm happy that I started my Asian journey here. It's kind of Asia light. From what I hear. Which may scare me out of leaving....