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.
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.
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?).
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.
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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