One thing needs to be established here. I love food. Seriously, food is basically my 'one true love' and I have reached the stage where I will eat anything and everything. And Malaysia? It's that cheap Cafe on the corner, which looks kind of dodgy, but smells gorgeous and the first taste sends you into conniptions. In the past few days, I've eaten shark soup, red snapper, roast boar, crab, grouper, satay chicken, rambutan - it's tastebud heaven. We've been eating at the strangest times as well - Sunday found us having curry for breakfast, then lunch, a snack-the-size-of-dinner, and actual dinner at 22.30. I mentioned the drinking, and I wasn't joking - you can buy a bucket of beer - six bottles in ice - for 50RM which is £10. We had three of these Saturday evening, and the next night we were taken to a Portuguese Malay Cafe, where we had three beer towers, six pints in each.
Our country representative Aini is away at the moment, so her husband Chris has been looking after us - we invade his house, located on the top of the hill. Following British colonial tradition, this means his house is 'upper class'. He also took us to a Colonial club, where we went swimming again. The boys tried to make a whirlpool by swimming in a circle - all that happened was they looked like dogs chasing their tails.
There has been much bonding time, with us spending a decent amount of time travelling in the bus driven by Mr. Man, a sniper who isn't allowed to leave the country in case he's hired to take out the government. All those fearful for my safety, do not worry! Mr. Man is here. I'm staying in a room with Mya and Lisa at the Lotus Hotel, which is great, though we can't unpack properly and it's driving everyone a tad insane.
On a final note, my partners will now be referred to as 'Geordam' as they have entered into the stage of bromance that demands a couple name.
Hopefully I will be able to write more at some point, but Mya is asking for her laptop back so for now, jumpa lagi!
Emily