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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