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The Wizard of Oz ... see you go ...

E 'midnight and one minute in Q uel of Beli (Kuta unfortunately) but here, after 319 days by train to That Beri, you break my journey by land (the first I hope).
After not know how many miles and how many things through which my senses, but even more in me, you break part of my dream.
Unfortunately I have not found a way to get that one in Oz without flying, and I have limited time. I take my first trip to the "turning point", the farthest point from home (as well as close thanks to my uncles and my cousins), not only geographical but also that what today really do not know, for the first time ...
After nearly 11 months do not really know what to expect, perhaps because I do not live like the previous boundaries, the real ones, the ones in "contact", but basically there are those who are not there, where everything changes but everything stays the same and where life always follows the usual line, that of many, simply ...
Too much to say, too much to write, but I could not even update the blog (I'm back one month).
So? So
forward, so ... someone over the rainbow ...


Andrea, Kuta, Bali, Indonesia ... Asia.
(but only for a few hours)

... update soon ...

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tourism center on the way I start sifting through the mysterious city in search of places of interest, the first failure of the Petronas Towers and arrive calm and ate about 12 but I do not enter (and capsules).
tickets to the must attend the show are counted and only the few "lucky" that plagued the entrance (huge shopping mall in this grim constant demonstration of the human void) since the dawn have the privilege of watching the city from the top ... will be 30 floors.
stiffly, but with the veil, the Lord showed me pictures of the crowd in the morning.
If you want a ticket to come at 7, can not imagine how many people want to get on.
Yes, yes, I'll write mo ...
I wander the streets of this modern city, but all the writing, advertising, colors, tower blocks, monorails, subliminal messages, sounds, etc., make me a headache , so I decide as usual to inspect the side "b" immediately behind the appearances. In fact, as usual
the alleys behind the curtain I see normalcy.
Women on the road with stool just outside the kitchens of restaurants that super clean vegetables and washing dishes in plastic boxes, smiling and funny as ever, groups of young alternative, dirt, buildings destroyed, mice, monkeys stealing food where they can (see that the cement has taken away space and supplies), inviting luridocarreti of food, poor and beggars ... so the usual Asia, you can remake the shoes, the coat or "teach" something, always with his heart beating ... well.
After the tour of the various Merdeka, lake garden, central market, mosques, temples and all the Ambaradan , I decide to change again gh (although in one of my research, I am a bit 'ashamed when a nice monaco Sri Lanka, convinced that I was a guest of pulciosa home, I shamefully looked after I told him that for me was too expensive ... thought's jibe, a Monaco, I do not stand it anymore!), it was close but not in the Hindu heart.
I moved to Little India, home of my meals, my beers economic, oil to fry the sweet sound and atmosphere that only the sons of bollywood know ... and then give you the gh is the best found in the city.
I've been to the pool City where (of course) I have come with my shorts and forced to rent a costume fitting effeminante enough (and they say that women veil and suit) and how comfortable the couch concrete edges, there is a nice lawn close to tell the truth, but with a ban on entry. But who is the mayor
Cetto Laqualunque?? sti Malaysians do not understand them.
On Monday I go to the embassy, \u200b\u200bbut not before going to the service center to change the keyboard of my laptop (a bit 'gave me problems from writing and updating the blog) and I also do not guarantee a free, good kid psychedelic ! Arrival
with my worn long pants and within Pakistan.
The friendly clerk sees me and make me do without row ticket and calls me a part of the glass. Rather
frowning and embarrassed tells me that supermegavisore not endorsed the application for the visa for two months, tried to explain it but nothing, I can give one as for the VOA (visa on arrival) I can do Indonesia at any point decides to enter (and paying half), and reimburse me reassures me about the possibility of extending it once at home in any immigration office.
He apologizes and says goodbye.

Well I tried, I knew it would be tough but we had thought, no problem, I will assess what to do once so there is always so frustrating ... except when I plan to leave for Malacca.
The bus leaves me in the middle of the UNESCO world heritage site, for a change.
The center is polished as a wedding favor box, "almost" clashes with the 7 km of the city shortly before the facts but it is really pleasant. Seeking accommodation from
consigliatomi monkey in the beautiful city center. Arrival
but do not see it. Near
read a sign with mini House of Kititto , an old man intent on Brac pork skewers beckons me to climb, 2nd floor tells me.
I could not trust?
reach the second floor and go into a smoky gambling den, a longhair sixty tells me I'm wrong (but how?) takes me downstairs, there is the gh
The ground floor is the first floor. By
and I welcome a nice guy, his name is Kent, show me the house.
Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a lounge that is the entrance.
The dorm has two beds, 2.50 € per night after 3 nights one is free after 5 two free water, coffee, laundry ... ok I'll take it!!
Basically it is a very homestay home stay and several .
Kent Malaysian Borneo Malaysian journalist and his wife Monica are two angels on earth, cordiali, disponibili e altruisti al limite del comprensibile.

Da soli 6 mesi hanno preso in gestione quella che era inizialmente una grande g.h. fino a quando i precedenti padroni non si sono separati e con loro anche le mura.
Immediatamente perlustro la città, vicino la g.h. ci sono molte moschee e scuole musulmane, persone più distese di quelle incontrate sin ora, sorrisi, occhi amici e ristoranti :-).
La parte “patrimonio” è davvero bella e piena di turisti, un po’ irreale a dire il vero.
Subito mi dirigo verso la collina dove c’è la chiesa di San Paolo costruita dai portoghesi nel 1521, di cui Terzani parlava nel suo libro descrivendola come a quiet place to read and shade trees where you can still breathe the air of true Malaysian ...
Today, that view is just a memory and the church (that's left of it) for all is nothing but the leg of a tour souvenir photo with a lot of ridiculous and devoid of due respect by all, as if I went to Varanasi Esfahan or stupid to take pictures with friends undisturbed climbing everywhere not caring the least of the significance of the place, bitter.
The city I like a lot despite the falsification of historical buildings, those strange noises rickshaws and all the monstrosities they are building after certification by Unesco, do not say I but the people, then it is obvious. Among the beautiful
C hinatown and the usual delicious Little India, very little here, there are half of the channels ...
Alas uninhabited by any kind of fish on the planet exist because of the incredible dirty water except for him, the monitor lizard! Mainly
"hang out" near the channel where the homes of the poorest, those wooden huts that have decided to hide the tendon with Christmas lights .. eh ... but they are practically everywhere, even in the small channel that drains as in the whole Malaysia are outdoors; real ugly aesthetic but even more dangerous traps, as in Iran and Pakistan (Muslim but that is a must?).

in gh is just another customer, Silka, thirty-eight German yogista / healthy / meditazionista / serista and lover of Cherating, a few words between us, had to be here three days but now have two weeks to preach escape and does not know where to go and why ... oh, well. Then one day came
Johnnie New Zealand-born Irish, a teacher of mathematics at the University of Auckland and out of robocop movies, sleeping in "Sleeping with me, he does pushups and squats, I Ronfo and reflect on why many things, but without the "square root" ... both worlds away.
However the house is fine, we spend virtually all day together, Kent and Monica enlighten us about the many "angles" of the country, differences usually hidden by a , I read hands and feet and finally translate the various leaflet remedied in Buddhist temples (and all very well chosen), lead us in showing us around town and know most true Muslim as the market outside the old city (Ramadan began with its muezzin singing all day under the window, we are just above the main mosque) where every evening hundreds of people gather to buy food waiting for the sunset, a riot of smells, colors, fried, music and smiling people, despite the fast.
We have seen with them at a party organized along the alleys of the Chinese C hinatown , as did a bonfire ceremony with fake banknotes and dinner ... canes babu and grilled pork, after 10 months I was able to bite a piece, ah, D'I bless the pig.
A couple of nights we have cooked together, and we are dedicated to 'hotpot (or hotboat, everyone calls it as he wishes), having previously dish in my Asia wander, really tasty and above all friendly.

We started to do the shopping (at carrefour very popular here too, sadly), and among other things purchased for the dinner I made a nice knowledge, tapioca chip tarapiotapioca ... as I always say no to the bores of the street but real "chips" but much better now ... I'm addicted, too bad ... because I do not believe I made it up :-).
Back from grocery shopping with all the bags full of vegetables, fish, meat or whatever, but just stops once the car parked under the house while we were down, I hear a strange noise, like a ripe pear, and I look I see nothing, down look up and see the two white envelopes spending rest against the sides of the canal on the roadside, two hands and his head glistening with Johnnie .... you scatafrantumato water into the gutter, but I try to help him with a movement style parallel track and field in front of me I find it staggering barefoot and slightly muddy, I had said that they are dangerous?? Fortunately
is high and "palestritico" so it is broken into two parts but has freed only a few scratches and bruises and a little different hidden fear, but everything is safe ... ok dinner
Alloraaa you move I'm hungry?? ?
:-D

Andrea, Malacca

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Kuala Terengganu.

Arrival in the evening between rain and traffic, already regret the islands.

The city is home to the best bazaar Malaysia, beautiful mosques and the Sultan's palace, closed to the public ... I think two days will be given away to the country.

The city is truly unattractive, means of transport in few points of interest at large or in the process of "creation", I say (and if they repeat the terrible bus of the place we are fried), the bazaar are equipped with synthetic products, international soccer jerseys and trinkets of little importance; positive note the beautiful Chinotown, real nice, but restored in a surreal and still in "development" of tourism, in short, I could pull straight.

I must say that in this part of the costs of Muslim life is real enough (even too Given the near total absence of Indian and Chinese), so as to switch me to Pakistan and stop in the middle of the road.

true that Islam in Malaysia is generally free , the women wear veils of simple colors, symbols say, quiet running with friends, work, go in motion, in short, are "normal" life, unlike the countries of the Middle East (there are always those in burkas, mostly tourists), though nothing compared to Georgetown!

I remember one evening we went with Marco in the university area to find friends among the skyscrapers craft residence for foreign students, with pools, gyms, guardians, ect ... but rooms rented to Rome.

In particular I was struck by the young persons from Iran.

All dressed "occidentalissimamente" evil and attitudes too yeah, especially girls, deprived of excessive obligations "religious", running in shorts, T-shirts signed, dizzy hair and makeup so scary dare I say a little taste; expressive power of repression, of the charges of those countries that truly exaggerated too follow the "way of the Koran" and that lead to extreme rebellion as soon as our borders.

With all the deep and Today I have sincere respect for Islamic countries after they have visited, lived a little ', and having experienced the extraordinary people who inhabit them, I say that would be better to understand rather than impose.

Nobody wants to return to Iran, Pakistan or elsewhere, and above all no boy no girl, and all words are full of resentment ... as blame, just try to be free to "be", like the others ...

Immediate decision to leave and head towards Cherating Terengganu, the place fairly quiet consigliatomi by some bystanders and by indicatomi Mark as pleasant as possible destination.

The site is located at the end of the state and consists of a street!

is right on the shore and they are concentrated guest house, bungalows, a couple of resorts , three ristorantelli and a mini mini mart, surrounded by nothingness.

favorite destination for Europeans looking for solitary relaxation and tranquility, or groups of young Malay looking for an evening at least, beer and chips.

should be one of the few areas where you can "surf" the waves are pretty basic but and do nothing but muddy the water and the beach is quite long but without any poetry, except the wind and the "gifts" of the tide.

One night was exciting enough, do not do yoga meditation, that is only underground and are not retired, then if I want a beer I drink it, but here is expensive, sgrunt!

I decide to go directly to Kuala Lumpur, which along with Singapore, is the icon of the development of Southeast Asia.

Arrive near chinatown astride the mythical monorail, leaving a son of Malaysian rokkettaro blues acts as my guide until I know the only guest house.

By conformist explosion and seen the last of my error.

All foreign monoumanici mushy fake alternative, even a little but basically freejazzpunkinglese Cuccurucucu paloma.

Barefoot (ok I'm used to and like, a must for months), carpet, smoke, junk rooms and niche-Flash open atmosphere to share each, the third floor of the Amsterdam style that is very steep stairs with steps of 3 cm (not only for the steps ...) can get to my room, but not before crossing the smoky communal area occupied by a strange man sitting in the lotus position, faded with long hair, beard, tattoos long, eyes lost in anything (but wiped out by something) immersed in his hallucinatory painted canvas ... a very pulp, yet too!

thank the curious but gentle Muslim boy and allotment.

few meters and are in the midst of Chinatown detestable tarot outdoor market for tourists, it's late and in the end I settle in a former cinema turned into a gh, nothing to seek the death interior but and cheap wi fi .

1, the mission of my stay as Indonesian.

The embassy is at 250,000 light years from the center, despite my delusional sense of savings (and discharged in the absence of buses that arrive there), I feel obliged to take a taxi, the first ever ...

do I get from the Indian master of the new inn, situated not far from the "cinema", a Hindu temple on the hill near the area I have to say nice (useless, I miss the India too).

measured With joy I understand that the taxi is not a luxury, almost 45 minutes to travel to a figure close to the ridiculous (because I struggled inhumanly in all these months?? You're a goat!).

Arrival and fortunately is still open, I rushed the men to guard the pass.

You can not enter?

But even if I have spoken.

It faces the glass, my team and I look to your right says .

There a sign with pictures of bloody clothing in keeping or not.

I have the X's all over!

No shorts, no sandals, no tongs, and her veil and zero cm of skin to the sun.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

tried to stage the usual playacting between awanaghess Albertoniana of memory, a drastco alex and the baby face, but nothing was adamant.

sadly I go out and swear to myself, it's Friday and I have to wait until Monday to come back!

While I despair I see a couple that comes in, she flip-flops.

I rush into the guard room and I see it, because she and not me? Why this difference in treatment? I appeal Article ... ok, shut up, put them.

I trim a greasy pair of trousers trainers from the Neolithic.

Now okay, photocopy of passport?

I do not have.

Does not come without.

Grrrrrrrrrr

and I can turn around, I see a hundred people lined up, Malaysians are seeking permission for the other hemisphere them in a detached part of the embassy c ' is a copier, I append, make photocopies for free for them.

Introducing myself shamelessly to the counter and the lady looks at me while I play the puppy Alfredo, makes me smile and greets me with a copy.

finally entered.

While completing the application for the two months of permit (if they give a travel by land) as the little man and when I leave the country, the official pointed out to me the thing and I'll explain my story, amused and incredulous calls his colleagues veiled recounting of how I arrived in Malaysia "on foot", the What becomes of public domain and also the 80 people waiting to laugh ... what??

ok I said there should be no problem, I will speak with the supervisor, returned Monday to get a visa .

I thank him and go out, for the joy I decided to walk back to the center, but offset by an unimaginable drudgery pleasant euphoria also decided to do a good deed.

As I walk between skyscrapers, the huge stores and super-luxury hotels, I stop to read one of the many menu of sumptuous restaurants, the Italian theory is really a hoot, the flows are written in Italian, Malay and English but totally wrong, especially for a dish that was also made up of duck breast ... hot ... I could not resist and I went (dressed as a bandit) and between hello mr, ect, the thing I pointed out to head waiters in the restaurant, when he understood what was written was embarrassed beyond belief thanked me, melted into the kitchen and greeted the smile of different waiter.

It's always nice to do good ... and it was really hilarious :-D .

Now a quiet weekend in KL

Andrea, Kuala Lumpur

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mom tells me the kind of small bambostro restless that I played most of the journey, from when the same did not give him two bream on the buttocks thereby granting the deserved rest.

are in Georgetown in minivan that I had to negotiate in Hat Yai, but initially I had to take the train to the station I got shot at a higher price to come down to Butterworth and (value of butter? ?) !

dumped me in the street at 15 any hot day between petulant gentlemen who call me anywhere to offer accommodation.

I still sleepy I light a cigarette and sitting on the backpack I try to understand where they are.

I have not read printed maps or information, nothing in the distance I see a lane, Love Lane alley 's ammorre , a sign?? (Er is of monopolies) .

I set out and after a while I find a gh economy with a dormitory, the owner tells me that soon he wants us to dismantle and other rooms (?), After seeing it I agree.

The department through the end of Malaysia, try Lourdes "is a worn room with 10 beds and a sink, and many residents are almost all" accappottati "in bed, hello ...

give me a sheet and ask me 10 ringgit , ok.

With the "merciful veil" (it is appropriate to say) cover the worn mattress and I give myself a shower reflective gear housing tomorrow!

Among the mythology of the residence there too, Adriano said "er pirate, Roman San Lorenzo exiled to that of Penang because of a problem with the visa thai (in Malaysia grant three months of staying free of charge, however you do not need to reach the country visa).

Telling the story of this man is absolutely impossible, the former fan curve south, a former paratrooper, a former caterer, former crashed (twice), formerly considered incurable, and has given Asia and Buddhism (a little 'in his own way to tell the truth, too, "started" next Casaprota, small world eh ...), has spent the last 9 months in meditation at various temples in Thailand and is now waiting for a visa to India, the last leg of its migration ... maybe.

Immediately I start to drive around the city looking for a new home but especially food.

Adriano recommend me a place where he goes every day for the only meal of the day, that of 12, as a Buddhist monastic life, and no mistake; exaggerated portion of rice and various vegetables served on banana leaf and eaten with no place, that is with your hands and water "pure" source, all meticulously India for the modest sum of € 1, it seems to me to be back in Calcutta ... God bless India, with all due respect for cooking Thai and good manners!

Little India is indeed India, the Indian people (even if the Malays generation), sounds, smells and nonsense about the same, I like a lot '.

little farther Chinatown with its beautiful old buildings, shops with traditional wooden shutters, the banquets of food, and the sellers of all kinds, all surrounded from skyscrapers in the distance on one side and the sea on the other, really has a great fascination this city, I did not.

The owner of the tavern has a couple more on the same path and gives me a single room for 18 ringgit with free wi fi right here beside I accept and I moved into the single cell.

The days I spend the running as usual and making me carry the contradictions of these early days in Malaysia, between different ethnicities, religions and colors, all under the same flag and under the same number, ' 1 .

wherever it occurs through slogan the need for cohesion among the differences.

people of Malay Muslim majority population and those in power, Indian and Chinese backgrounds and with a strong sense of belonging, Christians, foreigners ...

from advertising in the street smiling and comforting, in TV, radio stations, all in the name of ' 1 , all under one banner ... "under" is the case to say that in reality is not so ... but that's another story.

However, there are also the biggest rats ever seen and uninhibited, shameless!

Before leaving Penang I could not contact the Marco monkey, another Italian globetrotter room here in Georgetown now a bit '(too?)

I was his guest, and Kitt, a couple of days have been addressed issues ideologicominchiatiche so deep and complex that it can not be divulged at this historic moment.

That which emerged, however, may in the future to save humanity.

time to time ... and that serenity reigns supreme.

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After 8 days greet the city, Adriano, Marco and other troubled souls.

The plan was to drive down the coast and go up to Malacca, on the other side but so what?

Curiosity drove me to the east and also from as consigliatomi monkey do I stop at Perhentian Islands.

Travelling in Malaysia is actually comfortable, buses, roads and all the rest are modern and efficient, too.

top producers of palm oil in the world, keep us know.

I knew the infamous Malaysian air conditioning but I had no idea you are riding in a blizzard.

Needless to seek to lower the air!

I saw people at the station with sweaters, blankets, moon boot and yak skins but I could not imagine so, and I alone with my sarong and tie their hair, hibernating!

After a fruitless night in Kota Bharu (only useful to understand that: almost all the inhabitants are Muslims and the "style" of life that goes with it, there are a KFC and a MC'D per capita, the mice will cut out the nails on the pavement, prices are high!) in the afternoon I board and arrive at Kuala Besut to Pulau Kecil, the smaller of the two islands and also the cheapest ... umm ...

I do "launch" a long beach looking for accommodation and visit all the facilities of the beach, about 60 in 50 square meters, including the huge mass of human West pours on the beach, all have high prices (for me).

in the end I find a bed in a dorm right on the beach for 30 ringgit !

Alex, the boy who the handles, is French and atypical sympathetic, now lives in Malaysia a few years decided to stay in it seriously!

Now we find an agreement despite the football rivalry (even seen their figures in the past couple), which will be crucial for my stay.

The island has no roads, no vehicles, we cross from side to side through a path in the jungle, anyway you look at it from anywhere is wonderful.

The turquoise water, clean, clear, coral, white sand and lush vegetation ... dream.

exploration of ritual and part the next day as "goat script ..." but not to pay the taxi boat step the whole day walking between the only two paths through the jungle, including the continuous up and down, more heart attacks caused by fatigue that monitor lizards (up to 150 cm long !!!), and charming little bungalow hidden coves where you can regenerate, until arrival at the fishing village, only populated place.

The road ends here!

How? I see my beach from here, there will be more than one km.

Taxi boat or go back ...

easy to imagine the goat outcome!

The next day I give myself my first real day of snorkeling, with the mask!

Along with three Chinese anemic and incredibly clumsy spend the day among the wonders of the "abyss" between the improbable and impressive variety of corals, fish swimming in every color and size, barracuda, sharks (no more one meter and a half) and giant sea turtles.

How to float in the imagination.

The fun and friendly guy every time the boat had to pay me a fish up, I felt like a kid in Willy Wonka factory .

I never thought of being kidnapped by such a thing, but I was wrong.

surprised once again by the wonders of this World.

Andrea, Perenthian