The way back to Kuala Lumpur ...

...was a bit off the track: Both of our flip flops were broken, so from the beginning we were barefoot.

Good to start a 400km journey across land and sea...

The boat to Mersing (nice fishers village) came 2h late, so we missed our bus to Kuala Lumpur .

As none of us wanted to wait 5h for the next one (we would have arrived at midnight to the hostel ), we asked a local and he told us to go to the city of Kluang (buses every hour).

So we walked across the filthy bus station looking for a seating opportunity to think about going to Kluang (no clue were that was and just found it on google maps) and rest a little bit (we had 2 big bags and a surfboard each)...

We didn`t even sit down when we saw a really fucked up yellow chinese bus parking out. On the front window you could read “Kluang” (almost hidden).

We did not think twice and waving our hands, runnig duck style with all our baggage towards the bus, we stopped it, somehow got on it and managed to store the surfboards in between some seats.

Roasty mill began to drive towards the unknown.....

I have heard lots of storys about bustrips but this guy did not hesitate in driving on the little road getting into closed curves with 100km/hour, across the jungle and overtaking any big truck, even if it was only 10km/h slower than he was.

Sometimes there were people waiting for the bus in the middle of nothing (did I mention that it was raining shitloads?). With the vibrations of the bus, water got coming in from outside through the windows rills. We wondered how it did not drop from the top, because in Kluang we saw that entirely roasted roof from above.

On location we got our tickets and 3 min later we were sitting in the bus towards Malaysias capital.

After a taxi drive through the city we got to Chinatown. Thats were our hostel was supposed to be somewhere, we had no clue WHERE actually...

After 1h walking through the busy streets full of unclear signs (of that actually not that big area) a guy we had asked at least 30min before for the hostels location, came over to us and pointed at the wall of one building in front of us. Following his indication finally we saw the little (1m x 1m) sign hanging INSIDE the little gangway which was just betonated in front of the actual building. Fernloft KL !

We thanked our helper and were glad to have arrived before midnight to get our room.

Still wonder how our feet did not get cut to pieces and still have all our belongings... (You have not seen Chinatown gone crazy on that time of the day: They may have not seen a surfboard in their entire life !)

Greets from Kuala Lumpur,

Philip and Florian