Another weekend in Kuala Lumpur. Is about to become the capital in which I spent as many days.
It 's the weekend of the Grand Prix of Formula 1 and the City' and 'fully-booked. Returning from the jungle (without a pair of shoes, abandoned for too muddy) I settle overnight at Pondok Lodge, left the next day 'cause the lower floor there is a pumping disco house music, excellent, up to 4. The walls were literally dancing in my room and the bed was vibrating, beaten by a violent succession of bass. But at the Green Hut - the next system - things is not 'going better, for the place and' infested with fleas annoying (or mites) that, at night, got excited without mercy 'on the arms and legs unarmed. They do not seem to spare any: All guests are scratching frantically and begging "new bed sheets", the problem, unfortunately, lies elsewhere ...
E 'without doubt a high volume weekend, thanks to the Formula 1, which leads to the city' tourists, party (a party with DJ Mauro Picotto Italy, already 'active in Rimini during my vacation maturing 18 year old! ), a period of great events and balances. The Grand Prize went to see him, because 'no? They are in the area, after all. Also saw the live show does not change: so boring the only difference compared to the living room, the noise and 'that without earplugs si rischiano seri disturbi d'udito. Sara' per questo che forse ci si sente un poco part of the game .
Prima di lasciare definitivamente KL passo una serata con John, un simpatico ingegnere informatico malese di origine singaporegna conosciuto nel corso del mio soggiorno a Phuket; andiamo a cenare in un fantastico ristorante giapponese, dove ci si serve ad un buffet, e devo ammettere che, contrariamente alla maggior parte delle mie precedenti esperienze, il cibo e' davvero buono. John mi convince ad assaggiare il "pesce incinto" (un pesciolino di 15cm di lunghezza, ripieno di uova, infilzato e grigliato su uno spiedino) e mi racconta alcune credenze popolari cinesi come: mai girare un pesce mentre lo si mangia; significa che "una ship will sink '. "
Since then I carry a Melacca capital, a city' on the bank 's namesake Strait, a port that has seen the passing of the Portuguese, Dutch, British and still retains many interesting relics of the past. It is no coincidence and 'recognized as the cultural capital of Malaysia. The Dutch colonial buildings, painted in bright pastel colors, have been turned into museums on the long history of Melacca.
Today, the footprint of China on the City' and 'strong and represented from the bustling Chinatown district, where the antiques trade and air and 'released by the Office of the bluish smoke of incense sticks.
are the last days in Malaysia and then the opportunity to finish my ringgit (local currency) in a night club for Ladies Night on Wednesday night (funny as always) and a movie night for the premiere of 10,000 BC, which confirms my unfortunate statistic in the selection of films on the big screen 80% of cases prove to be the big shit.
Just keep the money to purchase the ticket for the ferry from Dumai in Melacca: e 'March 28 and am about to set sail for Indonesia.
Rene '
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