Bangkok // erste GoPro Fotos

Losing myself in Bangkok

So when I arrived the guy from the reception spoke really bad English, we still understood eachother and told me that my room will be available in 3 hours. I left him my bag to keep it and I left for a first discovery of the city by having a look at the big map in the lobby and just starting to walk. There was something written like 'shopping complex' and I reckon window shopping is always good to beat time to death (can one say that in English?) I found a nice café where I studied a bit more Chinese symbols, when I noticed two young Asians being annoyed by an older Asian who kept on talking. Her eyes got stuck on the table and his were somewhere in the air, while the old guy continued with his blablabla. That was kind of funny because when she noticed me staring at the situation she had to laugh.

I finished my coffee and plucked up my courage to have a look at the mistyrious complex at the opposite side. The building had 6 storeys and it was very wide. There were so many Thais and sooo many shops and it was really tight to walk through. Its really hard to explain how it was. 

For dinner I went to a restaurant Tripadvisor recommended me. In the internet I checked how to get there, very easy with the Metro. But unfortunately I got out of the train a station too early, which forced me to walk 20 minutes. On my way back I drove two stations too far... You know what I found then? An amazing shopping center, it was huge and its architecture stunning!!! I walked through the building taking pictures from everything. Amaaazing! When I finally decided to go back I drove one station too less. What the... So I walked back. The meal I had in the Rock was good but I was alone in the restaurant, which was kind of stupid, i felt like they're observing every bite of mine...   I ordered ricenoodles with coconutmilk, pineapple and shrimps. It was reeally goood! 

B-B-B-Bangk-k-k-kok! Bangkok!

Hii friends! This morning I got up at 5.00 o'clock in the morning and the music still kept going. So I actually don't exactly know how long the music from the clubs are on. It was still dark and drunk people were partying on the street in the humid heat. I took my cab to the airport, checked in, drank a coffee and boarded. On the airplane I sat in the front raw next to the window. I haven't had such a nice seat for a while. Once again I was the only European sitting in the plane. Which basically means that people kept on staring... Until the capitain announced 'preparing for landing' I had a nice sleep in the plane. My eyes got stuck on the picturesque view over Bangkok, it gave me all goosebums thinking of me strolling alone through the streets. I hope I find a good boattrip through the river, from the plane I could see many interesting skyscrapers I want to see close, to scan its architecture a bit more. The taxidriver coud scarcely speak English, not even express himself that he wanted money before we take off... Later I understood that he needed money for the airport taxes... I didn't spend more than 9 sFr for the drive in total. He dropped me off in a tiny street, where I just saw where the hostel was. More lateeer...

Hard Rock Cafe in Phuket

Today I stood up a bit late, it was 10.30 already when I got up. You must know the only bad thing here in K-Hotel Patong is, that we are just next to the nightlife. Therefor I hear loud music all night long. I'm not quite sure but I think the music stops at 4 or 5 am. Often I'm awake until 2am as it makes it impossible for me to shut down normally. But it's okay, that is seriously the ONLY bad thing about the hotel. I rushed to the restaurant, even after all those days I'm here I don't know until when one can have breakfast... I sat down with my book 'A girl and a womans life' or something and ordered fresh fruit and pancakes. The waitresses here are so perfectly friendly and cute. I enjoyed my meal. Later in the afternoon I went to starbucks to have a Coffee Mocha and studied a bit Chinese signs. I'm fascinated from that language, honestly. I learned their signs for weekdays, months etc and I reckon their system makes more sense. Around 6 o'clock I skyped with my grandmother in Italy for approximately 30 minutes, she was very glad to hear me and we made up some plans for our summer holidays together in Calabria with her boyfriend Antonio. For my surprise I spoke Italian like I never stopped studying it. As if a button got switched on again. Good for me! 

Anyway, I went to the pool and swam a few lenghts, took a shower and got myself dressed. Today I saw a sign saying 'Hard Rock Cafe 800m ->' so I was determined to have my dinner there. My way there was quite funny... A Thai girl in my age came up to me and said: 'Hey sexy girl, where's your boyfriend' I laughed sarcastic and walked further, where a guy was like 'Hey where are you from? Australia?' I liked that. Why did he say Australia? Very happy I said 'Good guess, hey' smiled with my thumbs up and continued strolling. They try to get you involved in a conversation just to sell you something. You best off just nodd, smile and continue walking... When I came closer to the famous cafe I spotted a huge guitar with the sign 'Hard Rock Cafe'. I was amazed. Furthermore I heard live music. So I took a seat and enjoyed a meal with live sound.

another statement // things I notice

Guys, I'm having a good time, I'm enjoying really good and cheap food, I can chill out all day, reading a book, sucking in sunshine and its warmth, I'm having great experiences with coping all the stuff in a country where they speak really bad English, which is a great adventure. I love to compare things in general, pointing out similarities and contrasts and I'm happy to be here! 

Firstly, most female Thais don't shave. Not only Thais but also Asians in general. Many female Asians I met often had a bush growing along their legs. I'm actually not as disgusted as I thought I'd be; they don't go through the sacrifice of shaving every second day, so who is best off? 

Second funny thing I noticed, there are so many European/North American men in the age of 40 till death having a Thai girlfriend between 18 and 30 years. The men often look incredibly hygenic (watch out, irony) and the Thais are beautiful young girls, dressed in a west-ish look. But these girls seem to have a good time with those boys, even though I was often wondering if it is just a holiday fling, if they're here on holiday together or they live here as a couple. Who knows. 

Yesterday I went to the cinema to watch 'insurgent'. The movie was awesome. When cinema started they showed lots of advertisements first, including trailers and local adverts. In between all those adverts (by the way everything was written and said in Thai, exept the movie was in English) there was something written in Thai and underneath in English. I don't remember the exact words but it was saying something like 'please stand up now and pray'. I was like: 'really?'

All Thais stood up and prayed for some men showing on the screen. I tried to show respect and not laugh, which was really hard...

my further plans for my travels

I'm now in Phuket again, as you may know. After my stay here and lots of daytrips I will definitely go to Bangkok for a few days. Maybe I can do some more visitings in other places from there. It's kinda good that I don't know. I still have some spare time between that and my plan on going to Hong Kong. Taiwan is the next stop then, I met a friend on Fraser Island, who is from there. His name is Edan and is in my age and he invited me to stay at his place for the weekend. How great is that? I get to see real local life in Taiwan! That's amazing. After Taiwan I fly to Bali and spend a bit of time there, when I then finally go back to Singapore to explore the island with my father. Than I'm coming back!!! I can't wait to be home. 

Koh Phi Phi // Photos

Koh Phi Phi

You will either feel sorry for me our laugh at me, after I told you following story. 

This morning I packed my stuff together, called a cab and went to the ferrystation on the other end of the island for 21 sFr to go to Koh Phi Phi Island. This time I booked a 6 bed mixed dorm hostel, I thought after five days in a hotel I can cope with that. It was CHF 15 per night, I booked three. 

As soon as the ferry stopped at the ferrystation the crowd made its way to the land, where we had to pay CHF 0.60 taxes to enter the island. A ridiculous amount I reckon.  A nice guy on the boat asked me where I needed to go and explained me my way to the hostel. It was scorching hot and humid, I could literally feel the sunshine burning into my skin. Sweating I made my way to the other side of the island and walked with my heavy backpack along the beach for a while, until I found my hostel. Seriously, I was covered in sweeat once again. It was terrible walking on the sand in that heat with a backpack...

There was a blond european girl sitting at the reception who checked me in. Maybe Dutch. She showed me my room and everything when I suddenly started to feel very uncomfortable. I thought 'Linda, you can cope with that...' and tried to ignore the bad feelings. It was because the hoselte was terrible. I mean for the prize it was luxury, very very cheap and well equipped but listen:

There were everywhere cats and dogs without an owner, sand and dirt all over the place, stinky, hot, humid, no atmosphere, no place where you could just sit down and relax, in our room was no light, my mattress didn't earn the name mattress, on the walls was painted stuff from guests everywhere. Just disgusting and I just felt like crying. So I plucked up my courage and told myself that I don't have to do that. I took my  purse and started looking for a Hotel. Again I wandered around. When I finally found one I asked them if I could see the room first, just to make sure I feel confortable before paying. They let me see it first, but to get there was a 10 minute walk. After sweating a bit more I told them that I need to go and grab my stuff from the other hostel and bring it to my room. So I walked 10 minutes to the hostel and than 20 minutes back (as I was already halfway from the reception) to my new hotelroom. That stupid bit** at the reception didn't give me a single penny back! I'm sure she took the money herself. When I finally sat down in my room I wanted to text Robert from my last Hotel (K-Hotel Patong) and therefor I was in need of the WiFi password. So I walked again 20 minutes backwards and forwards to the reception. When I was ready for texting, I realised I couldn't open my safe with the purse and phone number from Robert anymore. Guess what I had to do? Walk to the reception again!!! I didn't even have a phone in my room... So annoying, seriously. In the end this nice Thai opened it for me with a simple key.

I didn't want to stay any longer on the island as it was disgusting everywhere, and tight, no space. It seemed to me they don't take care after their land at all. Rubbish thrown careless on the ground EVERYWHERE. It is disgusting!!! Is it so diffucult not to toss rubbish on the ground all the tome? I know they're poor and have other problems, but that is not difficult, come on!? I just wanted to leave. Maybe I had a bad day, too, thats why everything seemed so negative, though. I couldn't take heart. So today I went back to the K-Hotel in Phuket and they welcomed me heartfully, which was great.

Phuket, K-Hotel Patong // GoPro Photos

Phuket, Patong Beach // GoPro Photos

Phuket, Thailand // Update 2

Food is really good and so cheap. You can have a warm big meal for 6 Swiss Francs. I'm not doing a lot these days, I'm often just chilling and reading a book. By the way I finished 'Gonegirl', the end was a bit boring but until the last page the book was hooking.

The other day I went to get a massage on my back from a Thai. For 30 minutes getting kneaded only CHF 6.00 I could not believe it. I'm getting my feet kneated today I guess. I spoke to an Austrian girl the other day, even though she was being really nice I didn't like her company that much, so I tried to avoid her a bit. She's 38 and her on vacation with her sister and one of those who wouldn't stop talking once you asked them a question. 

You know what is funny? The Thais I meet here speak English but in a very bad accent. I can not understand them, honestly. So everytime someone asks me something I go 'Sorry what was that?' and they repeat it in a way which males me think they believe I can not speak English. Hahahhaha.

It is very hof here in Thailand, not sunny but hot as hell and humid. I haven't checked out the hotel pool and I don't think I will. I can not tell you any more stories as theres nothing to tell. I hope to be able to upload some pics. 

Phuket, Thailand

Als ich in Phuket gelandet war, musste ich erstmals bestimmt 40 Minuten anstehen für ein Visum. Ich bekam den Stempel in mein Passport und schnappte mir meine Tasche, die schon längst uf mich wartete. Ich lief aus dem Flughafen und wurde gleich von allen Seiten angequatscht wegen einem Taxi. Es war alles sehr hektisch. Ich zeigte jemandem meine Adresse und wollte wissen, wieviel es kostet. 800 Baht. Keinen Schimmer hatte ich, wieviel das in Franken ist, da ich vergessen hatte, mir den Kurs anzuschauen. Na gut. Ich sass ins Taxi und wir fuhren ca. 30 Minuten die Strasse runter, als er auf einmal hielt. Er steigte aus und eine Frau steigte zu mir in den Rücksitz. Mein erster Gedanke: Was zur...?!

Sie war aber nett. Sie hiess mich willkommen und sagte, dass ich ihr die Adresse nochmals sagen soll, damit der Taxifahrer mich an den richtigen Ort bringt. Er sei noch kurz auf dem Klo und kommt dann zurück. What do you do while your taxidriver is taking a shit? A selfie: 

Hahahaha. 

Wir sind nochmals 30 Minuten gefahren als er mitten im Getümmel wieder anhielt. Ich schaute mich um: Ah da war ja mein Hotel! 'Voll geil', dachte ich mir. Super Standort. Ich schleppte meine schwere Tasche zur Rezeption und wurde dort freundlich mit Orangensaft empfangen. Müde schmiss ich mich erstmals aufs Bett, als ich dann entschieden hatte,  etwas Mittagessen zu gehen. Hier hängen viele Kabel runter, viele Taxis schleichen herum, alle sind halbnackt am rumrennnen, was mich erstaunt: In Malaysia haben die Frauen zu 90% ein Kopftuch getragen. Es ist sehr schmutzig und es hat viele Streuner, auf folgendem Bild ein Hund mit Herrchen:

Sehr viele Touristen tummeln sich rum. Am Abend habe ich mich geschminkt und meine besten Klamotten angezogen und lief ins Partyviertel. 

Die ganze Zeit lang wurde ich angequatscht wegen einer 'PingPongShow'. Jan (ein guter Freund in der Schweiz) hat mir erklärt, dass die Frauen mit ihren Vaginas Pingpongbälle rum'spucken'. Ist ja schrecklich... Die Strasse war sehr busy; viele hielten ein Schild mit 'Happy Hour' in der Hand, einige versuchten Armbänder den Touristen zu verkaufen und viele Spielsachen. Riesige Bars mit viel Beleuchtung, KrimsKrams Läden, Streetfood und so weiter. Jedes Mal, wenn ich ins Hotel zurück laufe, werde ich darauf aufmerksam gemacht, dass dieser Bereich nur. für Hotelgäste sei. Schmunzelnd zeige ich ihnen meinen Zimmerschlüssel. By the way hat mich mein Taxi 24 sFr gekostet. Für die Strecke echt nicht schlecht!

Kuala Lumpur & Cameron Highlands // 15.03.2015

Malaysia

I summarise my stay in Malaysia. At the beginning I was sort of scared walking on the street, I read a lot on the internet how careful you should be, all the scams etc. Me walking on the street (shoulders, decoltee and knees covered all times) people continued staring at me and often they came up to me asking if I need a taxi or a bus. I was told to never go with one of those, even if I need a cab, I should look for one myself or ask the reception for help. I don't want to go in more details about this now. Just google 'how to behave in Malaysia'. There are not many European tourists in Malaysia, a lot of Asians travel their own continent, which is great. 

Cameron Highlands was surprisingly cold, but lovely. Once I went with a tour (CHF 10...) to visit tea plantages, tea fabrics, some viewpoints and more. I did that with a Dutch friend from my hostel called Samantha. 

Ah by the way we had a fun night the day before! We decided to have dinner together (Samantha & me) when we bumped into more Dutch people: Jup & Jop & Judith. We had dinner at an Indians place when a really black guy with splendid white teeth and snow white hair talked to us. He had no wrinkles, though. His name was Jon and he's Malaysian. He told us that he's been living in Germany for 40 years. He spoke fluent English with us, later we discovered that he speaks fluent Dutch, German and Swissgerman, too... That was amazing. So in total he speaks German, Swissgerman, Dutch, Malaysian, French, Spanish, Chinese & English. WOW. He was a really smart guy and we had an entertaining night with him telling us so funny stories... We sat there until late listening to him like little kids. 

Anyway, both Samantha and me had a good day with the tour. We had some meals together, too, but than I was glad I could leave the Highlands as there was not much to do. It is so easy to make friends, honestly! We did go along well but not as fantastic as I did with other people but still both Samantha and me were not alone and had someone to have meals with.

Back in Kuala Lumpur I went to another hostel. That one was very cool, in my room I had a bed with curtains, so good privacy! I didn't do much there, I read a lot in my book 'Gone Girl'. Ahh and I bought myself a book with Chinese symbols, to learn a bit. I can already write one sentence, the following means 'I'll go to Thailand tomorrow':

我明天去泰國

That sentence is a hundred per cent correct. I can not speak it but at least I can read that amazing language. 

Yes, now I'm at the airport flying to Phuket! 

Clothing from Backpackers ... *cough* Flashpackers!

Ok first thing I noticed in Asia while staying in all those hostels is following thing: European girls are all dressed baggy, with those super loose trousers, thight around their ankle and elephants as pattern. Colours such as dark red, dark blue, dark green, brown and yellow. Than wide shirts in white, black, grey or colours I just mentioned. They're either barfeet with a lot if bling around their ankles or they're wearing super ugly/old shoes or thongs. Often timber jewellery around their neck and earrings. Not seldom do they have dreadlocks. Boys are wearing almost the same stuff. They're wearing round sunglasses (like I do) and dark nailpolish as well. Not the boys obviously. The nailpolish, I mean.

 I reckon they're wearing that because they think that thats what Asians wear? But it is absolutely not the case. 

Maybe we think that Asians, who visit  Europe, are dressed like shit because they try to dress like what they think we are wearing and they just  wear some random shit. Just like we do when we visit their countries... to be a part of it. You know what I mean?

Just a thought.

Cameron Highlands

Cameron Highlands is 1300m above sealevel and located in the north of Malaysia. It's famous for its tea plantage and you find many many Hotels/Hostels and Restaurants. If you have been suffering the heat, this is the perfect place to go. I'm staying in a Hostel right in the center and once again there are no windows. The morning in Kuala Lumpur I took the bus at 10.30 am, when I arrived,covered in sweat and exhausted as I was walking with a 18kg backpack (I can't throw away my books), I noticed that my purse was gone. I must have forgotten it at the hostel because I was paying so much attention that no one grabs my bag! I called the reception and they fortunately still had it. I walked backwards and forwards again. 

People at the busstation won't leave you alone! Every three meters someone came up to me and asked: Bus? Bus?

No thank you, I already have my ticket and everything, I know where to go.

The busdrive took us 4 hours and while sitting in the bus I nearly threw up. But that was the same in Australia. There are so many curves and the bussdriver is breaking and so on. I suffered a bit but than we finally arrived. I didn't do much that day, I spoke to some girls from my dorm and we exchanged experiences.

During the bussdrive I had an awesome view, I saw beautiful landscape and for my surprise very very nice little houses sometimes. I haven't seen one family houses in Singapore, just heaps of skyscrapers. The street was surprisingly good, I'd say in the south of Italy things are much worse! The bus I drove with was very convenient as there were only three seats in one raw and not four, as it usually is. I had a lot of space but still after a while I started to feel very uncomfortable. Anywaaay, when we started to see the teaplantages from out of the bus that was amazing, it looked really really cool. Today I'm going to visit them and take some more pics, to show you.

Ok, what I miss:

My bed. my room. A warm bath. Good yoghurt, milk and coffee. A good piece of chicken. In Australia they were too expensive and here in Asia you should be careful with meat. 

My friends, my family, my dog. A computer! Sitting down and being able to type something. I miss being able to be creative, even though I'm trying stuff out with henna and stickers. Get dressed nicely. Having a routine. Watching TV.

Not being forced to bring all your stuff when you want to shower. My closet.

What I don't miss:

Hard to say... Maybe our public transport? Because here either you don't need one or you book a bus, which is always convenient. The metro in Singapore was awesome. I don't miss  my bathroom as such, the showers and the toilets are alright. 

Die nervigste Person

Dieser Blogeintrag ist wieder auf Deutsch, da ich mich wieder aufregen will.

Ich bin der absolut obernärvigsten Person begegnet. Sie heisst Michelle, 23 und kommt aus Solothurn. Reist seit paar Wochen alleine und geht in 6 Wochen wieder nach Hause, nach dem sie Asien abgecheckt hat. Sie schläft auch in meinem Zimmer, deshalb hab ich mit ihr angefangen zu quatschen.

Von der ersten Minute an, als wir miteinander gesprochen haben, bemerkte ich, die ist echt ne Bitch.

 Also, ich erkläre euch, was passiert ist. Manche Leute habe sowas von keine emotionale Intelligenz echt ey, sowas verstehe ich nicht. Mit emotionaler Intelligenz meine ich empathie.

Wir haben uns alle nervigen Fragen vom Kennenlernen gestellt und sind hinüber zur Disskusion Malaria. Sie hätte so Tabletten in der Schweiz vom Arzt gekriegt, falls sie das Gefühl hat, dass sie Malaria hat, soll sie die nehmen. Auf jedenfall hab ich ihr gesagt, dass mir dieses Risiko nicht bewusst war, trotz dem dass ich mich immer sehr vorbereitet habe bevor ich nach entweder Singapur oder Malaysia eingereist bin. Ich habe schon mit dutzenden von Leuten über Asien gesprochen aber nie ist das Wort Malaria oder Impfungen gefallen. Jedenfalls hat sie mir auch erzählt, dass sie eine Kopie ihres Passports, Impfausweis und Allergien dabei habe, für jeden Notfall. Das alles hab ich natürlich alles nicht und hab ihr auch erzählt mit wievielen Leuten ich über meine Reise gesprochen habe und solches Zeug halt nicht dabei habe bzw gemacht habe. 

Die muss echt einen Minderwertigkeitskomplex haben, dass sie mich deswegen so fertig gemacht hat. "Sorry aber sowas weiss man einfach und macht man auch einfach, das ist Allgemeinwissen und selbstverständlich, ich war auch genug intelligent und bin selber drauf gekommen das diese Sachen wichtig sind. Was machst du, wenn du ins Spital musst? Die wissen ja nicht welche Impfungen du hast etc.

Also MICH musste dazu niemand aufmerksam machen."

Wow du bist so unglaublich toll Michelle.

Danke fürs erwähnen wie unglaublich schlau du bist und danke fürs mich beruhigen, dass zum Glück bis jetzt noch nichts passiert ist und ich das ja noch nachholen kann. Danke fürs Tipp geben wo ich meinen Pass noch schnell kopieren kann, mir eine Tablette gegen Malaria angeboten hast (wenn die schon ne Schachtel voll hat), oder mir wenigstens gesagt hast, was ich tun soll um noch welche zu kriegen. 

Mir kams so vor als fände sie es geil, dass ich nicht so top organisiert bin und sie sich jetzt als was besseres fühlen kann.

Warum ist jede Michelle in meinem Leben ein absolutes Dorn im Auge?

Warum musste die noch einen drauf setzen? Ich fühlte mich ja schon genug schlecht, dass ich nicht an diese Dinge gedacht habe. Ich frage mich, ob solche Frauen überhaupt Freunde haben. 

Jedenfalls habe ich mal drüber hinweggeschaut und wir haben uns übers Essen unterhalten. 

Wie findet man heraus, ob jemand Vegetarier ist?

Keine angst, sie werdens dir schon sagen. 

"Ich esse kein Fleisch, das ist sowas ungesundes und ekliges. Dazu kommt, die armen Tierchen. Aber Fisch, Fisch ist gut, das esse ich."

Ja, weil Fische Pflanzen sind. Hat die sich selbst mal zugehört??? 

Ich habe auch mitbekommen, dass sie nach Littau ziehen wird. Jedenfalls hat sie ihre Wohnung noch nicht gesehen und alles und ich nur so: "Ja du wirst noch sehen, weshalb die Wohnung so billig ist..." und lachte. Ich dachte, wenn die so frech sein kann, bin ich auch frech.

Natürlich wollte sie wissen, weshalb denn. Meine Antwort war: "Nun ja, die Kriminalitätsrate ist etwas höher und es ist halt etwas schattig."

Dann sie so: "Weisst du was, das ist mir eigentlich scheissegal."

Ehm. 

Alles klaaaar. Brachst n'Tampon? Oder lieber ne Riesenbinde?

Kuala Lumpur // Tag 1

Soo...  wiedermal ein Beitrag auf Deutsch. Ich habe übrigens schon drei Stempel in meinem Passport, worauf ich sehr stolz bin. Ein und Ausgang in Singapore und den Eingang in Malaysia. 

Heute Morgen bin ich um 8.00 Uhr aufgewacht, hab im genialen Hostel gefrühstückt und mich fertig gemacht. Bevor ich mein Hostel verlassen habe, habe ich mich kurz mit einem circa 25 jährigen Malaysianer unterhalten. Er hat sich gerade chic gemacht für ein Jobinterview in Singapur. Ich hoffe echt für ihn, dass es klappt, da es den Leuten in Singapur einiges besser geht als in Malaysia. Mit 18kg am Rücken und ca. 2kg vorne hab ich mich auf den Weg zur Metro gemacht, wo ich mich echt nass geschwitzt habe mit dem Gepäck. Die Metro war echt voll mit Leuten, wie ichs bis jetzt noch nicht gesehen hatte. Zirka eine halbe Stunde mit Umsteigen etc hab ich mich zum Flughafen Changi gearbeitet. Als ich den Jetstar Check-in gesichtet habe musste ich feststellen, dass ich alles selber machen konnte: Das Check-in & den Bag-Drop... Ich musste glaub mein Passport noch nie so oft zeigen wie an diesem Flughafen... bestimmt 10x ohne zu übertreiben. Der Flug dauerte 40 Minuten, während ich das Buch 'The perks of being a wallflower' fertig gelesen habe. In Kuala Lumpur musste ich auch noch paar mal meinen Ausweis zeigen und sogar Fingerprint geben, als ich mich dann darum kümmern wollte, wie ich zu meinem Hostel komme. Soo... Das Free WiFi hat schon mal gar nicht funktioniert, also bin ich in ein Reisebüro: Die wollten mir irgendwie auch nicht weiter helfen, also bin ich irgendwo ne Simkarte kaufen gegangen. Ich hab mir sagen lassen, dass ich nicht das Taxi nehmen soll, da die einen nur Abzocken. Also nahm ich den Zug. Die Dame am Ticketautomaten war auch ganz und gar nicht hilfsbereit... Schlussendlich kriegte ich irgend ein Ticket und ich fuhr nach KL Sentral. Von dort aus musste ich umsteigen. Das Zug fahren war echt ein kleines Abenteuer. Ich als Europäerin war schon etwas die Aussenseiterin. Viele starrende Blicke trotz meiner bedeckender Kleidung (null Ausschnitt, Schultern bedeckt und lange Hosen). Ich glaube ich geh mir ein Kopftuch besorgen um mir die andauernden Blicke zu ersparen.

Als ich bei der Station KL war musste ich mich zuerst mal orientieren. Ich lief ca. 30 Minuten vollbepackt in der Stadt rum, wo alle Autos kreuz und quer fuhren, niemand die Strassenampeln beachtete und schreiende Einheimische (keine Ahnung was die Rumgerufen haben). Noch immer wurde ich bestarrt, ich kam mir vor als wäre ich die einzige Touristin. Ein paar nette Lächeln kriegte ich von Chinesinnen und Inderinnen. Diesmal sind mir die Schweisperlen richtig die Stirn runtergelaufen bei der brennender Sonne. Sehe viele Menschen auf der Strasse, Nasenhaarverbrennende Gerüche und viel Müll. Endlich angekommen wurde ich nett begrüsst und ich kriegte mein Zimmer. Da es schon 18.00 Uhr war, ass ich Abendbrot im Hostel. Ich kam ins Gespräch mit Reik und Marc aus Deutschland, wir haben uns fast 3h unterhalten, als wir beschlossen hatten, uns Chinatown angucken zu gehen. Das war der Hammer. Es war schon dunkel. Chinatown besteht aus tausenden von Märkten mit gefälschten Markenwaren auf sehr sehr sehr kleinem Raum. So klein, dass ich einen Berg mit Spielsachen umwarf. Das war mir echt peinlich und ich hatte angst, dass der Besitzer böse werden wird. Ich hab mich höflich entschuldigt und alles war in Ordnung. Die Jungs wollten was essen, also suchten wir uns ein Reataurant. Sie assen Nudeln und Reis und so Zeug. Wir liefen noch etwas durchs Gedrängel und sind dann nach Hause. Im Hostel auf dem Balkon den man überqueren muss, um zu den Duschen zu kommen stand: "Towel free zone" (Handtuchfreie Zone). Ich dachte, das sei ein Witz, man solle hier das Handtuch fallen lassen... Ich fand den Witz klasse und musste echt lachen... Später kapierte ich, dass man sein Handtuch dort einfach nicht aufhängen darf, ihr könnt euch vorstellen, wie sehr ich jetzt lachen musste... Ein Asiate stand da mit dem Handtuch um den Hüften und ich sagte ihm, dass dort steht, dass er da kein Handtuch tragen darf und grinste. Als er es kapierte lachte er und liess das Tuch fallen. Zuerst schaute ich ihn geschockt an, aber er hat ja seine Boxershorts an... Hahahahhaaha ich mag Chinesen. 

Singapore // Chinatown GoPro photos