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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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Back in the cold and efficient

Malaysia, Cherating village. I'll be back from Singapore with memories of evenings with Teo, a new camera and a 60-day visa for Indonesia.
Cherating is situated along the east coast of Malaysia, near a long white sand beach where, occasionally, come to lay their eggs in large turtles. It 'a very quiet place where I stop for a few days in total relaxation. There are very few foreign travelers and the beach and 'mostly' popular with Malaysians. Therefore I have an opportunity to observe how you behave at sea in a Muslim country. For children there seems to be special rules: I have seen from fully dressed to fully nude. The men were usually in t-shirt and shorts while women are fully dressed in traditional dress, veil included, and in this way are also the bathroom! Zero exposure of body parts in the sun. I did not expect such a conservative attitude on the beach ...

You are in the jungle baby ...

From Cherating I move westward and reach the interior of the country, the heart of the Malay Peninsula. Here is the famous Taman Negara National Park: a handkerchief of primary rainforest inhabited by tigers, Asian elephants and rhinos, snakes and lots of insects. The park headquarters can be reached after 2 hours of longboat (a long narrow wooden boat) along a winding river and off the water brown, overall, is very "Amazon Adventure".
That we are near a jungle, it takes little to understand, just take a look at the vegetation, impenetrable, which skirts the river, a message reinforced as I try to evening asleep in my bungalow: a terrified shriek the female who knows 'what will' see ... Surely not a snake. I close my eyes and try not to think about.
I have not had the opportunity to explore a rainforest and I am very curious. I decide then for 2 days with 1 night in a hut in the jungle. I leave with a small backpack containing 2 sets of clothes (one for use during the day and one for evening), 3 packages of white rice for meals, to go with cans of tuna, more 'a pack of biscuits and juice 'orange for breakfast. The first day and 'light. Go up the river in a boat for 1 hour until a group of bungalows, now disused, belonging to the authority 'of the park. Greeting the boatman, inspected with the look of the wooden huts almost completely sucked in by vegetation, then I focus on the path in front of me, disappearing into the jungle. I am alone.
The path to the bun-bun kanbun, my refuge for the night, and 'muddy but not too difficult. After 5 minutes 'walk are already' soaked with sweat dripping from all sides. The trees around me are very high and thick foliage forming a natural roof that blocks the sun's rays and forces a dark shadow in the undergrowth during the day. Surrounded by vegetation is easily lost sense of direction is not clear whether you are going east, west, north or south, there are no landmarks to follow and if we are not seen; serve a compass or the 'innate instinct for guidance from those who have and' born and still lives here. I simply follow the path, confident that sooner or later I'll find 'refuge. We arrive after 1 hour and a half and a couple of miles. It 'a small house, built on four concrete pillars over 2 meters high. Inside there are 2 rows of 4 bunk beds, without mattresses, and one side of the room has a large opening to a small clearing in the forest. I choose one of 16 beds, there knoll my stuff, I eat a ration and then I decided to explore the neighborhood. I follow the path from which they come, and I enter even more 'in the jungle. The sound of insects is the background to my feet. Zzzzzzzz a constant and continuous. Listen but I can not see from where comes the sound. The road starts to climb and descend, crossing small streams and gradually becomes muddy. When the shoes begin to sink to the ankle, I decided to go back. On the trunk of a fallen tree I stopped to observe a column of ants and 'an 8-lane highway. In addition to ants that move there are 2 files, on either side of the column of ants that patrol, real estate, the flow of the others. I had never seen so many moving parts. The wonder is interrupted by an itchy back. Put my hand under his back, scratching, and withdrawal. Bloody! Leeches, fuck!
Back to the shed and take advantage of the presence of a water tank on the roof to take a shower. Denudatomi I discover with horror of the blood stains on his underwear. At my feet moving a leech: there 'I had the ass! Ahhhh! I'm coming over being, swollen with blood, and burn it with the lighter. More
'later in the afternoon, get a pair of Dutch trekkers along with a local guide. It will not be 'the night alone. Better that way. The sounds of the jungle were starting to make me paranoid.
We have dinner and we remain a long time to fix the jungle by 'opening of the shed but, in addition to a bird with colorful feathers, we see nothing.
The next morning I wake up aching from a night on the wood. E 'expected return to headquarters - 12 km of jungle - and I will integrate' with the Dutch, by myself I would not have done. Today is' tough. First, you must put back the clothes, still damp from yesterday. Then there 'path: muddy, sometimes steep and rugged.
The shoes are now camouflaged with soil and the amount 'of leeches and' awesome. They are waiting on the dead leaves in the middle of the lane, and when they hear footsteps, attacking stands up to the soles of your shoes. From here, begin to rise, quickly, on the legs in a crack in which I try to slip to reach the skin and begin sucking. I'm wearing it all the time and I have long ceased to see the jungle for concentrami legs and on my personal war against the beast. Basically I spend my time to detach leeches from the body and what is not that nervous. Moisture 'oppressive sweat total vegetation and tons of suffocating mud are not enough? No! There seems no end to the dangers of the jungle, and 'What a hostile environment! Gia ', I forgot ... we have also seen an adder. So in two days, the only animal I see, well colored bird, and 'a snake that could kill me! Maybe the animals are watching me and not me to see them, I see only green and brown and zzzzzz constantly feel like an empty radio frequency.
The only enjoyable moment of the day 'lunch on the shore of a river, stripped to the waist, feet in water and without leeches.
I come to the park headquarters at five in the afternoon, after a grueling, muddy and downs, with one certainty: the jungle is not 'my place.
Rene '

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A huge gray building, a cross between a highway and a highway overpass: and' so that it presents the customs Singapore, the city ' models, technologies, efficient, cutting edge, perfect. A sudden change, after the happy confusion of the other cities of south-east Asia. There is' nothing out of place. Everything is' the result of meticulous planning. Forbidden to spit on the ground, cross la strada al di fuori delle striscie pedonali, masticare cicche, mangiare e bere sui mezzi pubblici, compiere atti osceni in luogo pubblico (un passionale bacio alla francese...): fioccano multe salate, da oltre 200 euro. A volte ho la sensazione di trovarmi in un terminal aeroportuale o in un ospedale: la citta' e' fredda, senz' anima. E' questo il prezzo da pagare per vivere in un luogo perfetto? Di centri commerciali e shopping malls ne basterebbe la meta' e il quartiere di Chinatown, bello pulito e ordinato, e' piu' roba da Disneyland.
Al Museo d'Urbanistica non nascondono l'obiettivo per il futuro prossimo: vogliamo essere la prima citta' al mondo per qualita' della vita; il luogo migliore per vivere, lavorare and have fun. While all 'Asian Civilizations Museum in a caption next to an old photo of Singapore does not hesitate to criticize the excessive search for modernity' that blows a scraper, remove the history of the city '.
In Singapore I appreciate the food court, dining arenas: large rooms covered with dozens of stalls offering specialties 'local high-quality' (especially Chinese) at affordable prices. And less enjoyable 'time was the 5 days of intermittent showers, nothing abnormal: after all the city' caresses the equator and the climate and 'classified as "hot & wet." All year round.

The Ball Room

In Singapore 's time to fairs and meetings! Teo and 'in town' for the Salone del Mobile and is' a great pleasure to meet with a friend from Italy.
As if by magic I take off your shoes, put on my red shoes and Cinderella-traveling businessman I become for the great evening of dancing: and 'the feast of the fair, the exhibitors' dinner.
The place: a big leap one at a convention center. One hundred tables of 8 persons. To ours, as well as Teo and me, there 'a family di Singapore (padre, madre e 2 figlie al seguito), due vietnamiti e una coppia di svedesi, padre e figlio, residenti in Indonesia. Il menu e' quasi nuziale; molte portate alternate a momenti di intrattenimento su un ampio palcoscenico. Tentiamo un approccio con le subitodue figlie ma dai lampi che saettano dagli occhi della madre capiamo che non e' cosa. Attacchiamo quindi bottone con gli svedesi ed entriamo subito in sintonia, complice la proverbiale efficienza singaporegna, nella fattispecie impersonata da camerieri super-attenti che non perme ttono mai al livello delle nostre birre di scendere oltre la meta' del bicchiere. Rotto il ghiaccio I also time to engages rmi in a game on stage dancing competition to the tune of Earth, Wind & Fire, to win a bottle of Dom Perignon. Unfortunately I do not pass the preliminary stage, but in return endear the table.
After nearly three hours, past eleven o'clock, the dinner is ndo draws to a close. The curtain falls on the stage and some diners began to abandon the party, and 'Monday night, after all. The first to get up from our table are the components della famiglia di Singapore, seguiti a ruota dai vietnamiti. Restiamo io, Teo e gli svedesi. I rabbocchi di birra sembrano infiniti e cosi le conversazioni proseguono. Magnus e Lax - gli scandinavi - gestiscono una fabbrica di mobili in Indonesia e, da quanto capisco, possiedono anche un resort su un'isola al largo della costa settentrionale di Java. Mi dicono che devo andare assolutamente a trovarli quando saro' in Indonesia. Ci scambiamo indirizzi e numeri di telefono, appuntati sul biglietto di ingresso alla festa. Intanto intorno a noi si e' fatto il vuoto: tutti i tavoli sono deserti e nella enorme sala ci siamo solo noi 4 e un indaffarato gruppo di camerieri che sta sparecchiando e pulendo cio' che resta del party. Ma il flusso di birra non si arresta. Lax, il padre, ends at the drop of a glass of warm beer, belonged to Teo, which navigates a shrimp. Almost kneel for admiration, both for performance and for yet another refill of cold beer. We approach the two: the lounge and 'now clean, the waiters are running out of work at our table and we talk about deep sea fishing. Check a pack of cigarettes ... Alarm bell. Smoking indoors in Singapore? The risk is huge! Better raise your ass hard and leave the party staggering. At the exit we've pulled over the first taxi in sight, to the next stage. We're barely: Magnus Lax and two beasts are more than a ton. The taxi driver tries to take a friendly tone to ward off that drunk sti 4 I am finished in the machine. We are no longer 'talking, we're screaming, while Magnus smanetta the car under the gaze of the driver concerned. Shortly after ... Orchard Towers, for conosseurs "four floors of whores" and the beautiful distortion in Italian orgy towers. Four floors of bars full of girls. We make little headway and we enter the first room to the left on the ground floor. There will be no more 'than 10 customers, including two English gentlemen who have now lost all inhibition and are waving around a pole for a lap dance, and about twenty girls. Even if you are 'in the group, once in these places you find yourself hopelessly alone. The Swedes have been diverted to a table while two girls and I are from Teo another part of the room, busy with our two new friends. We drink the last beer of the evening and then salute and Magnus Lax, who almost do not notice our departure immersed in who knows' as a conversation with the girls.
Nearby, sitting on the steps at the entrance to another building, try a breath of fresh air in this hot night, we laugh when we conclude that "yes, indeed, father and son in the room-light Red had never seen!
Before returning to their hotel, walking along Orchard Road Including shopping malls and luxury hotels, a Vietnamese prostitute crosses our feet and, pointing a finger at the McDonald's, says: "buy me a sandwich, I am hungry!"
Rene '