As we sit in traffic crawling out of KL, the expat, Jon, he tells me that it is Labour Day on Monday so all busses out of KL will be fully booked, we were therefore quite lucky to be on the bus. As we pull in to the central bus station in Melaka, Jon we swap mobile numbers and agree to meet for a beer the following night.Despite the central bus station's name, it is in fact 5km from the centre of Melaka, so I catch a cab to my dodgy little hostel on the outskirt...

The bus to Jenrantut was fairly quiet, it was also quite luxurious compared to what I’d been used to, just three reclining seats in each row meant we all had lots of space to sprall out and fall asleep for the 5 hour drive. At this point I hadn’t spoken to Marjin, Haf or the two sweeds (is that how you spell it when you are referring to Swedish people?) but we’d given each other the westerners nod. I hadn’t seen it much in Southern Asia, as it is more t...

The bus was running about 3 hours late in to KL, I’m not sure how the driver was steaming down the motorway the whole way there. We arrived in KL at 3am, I grabbed a taxi to the hostel that I had booked on hostel-bookers, it took the driver a while to find it, and we drove around the block about four times. When we finally arrived, the gates were locked, I took my bags from the boot and rang the bell as the taxi disappeared in to the distance with his well ear...

I had been warned about the border towns between Thailand & Malaysia being quite dangerous and duly read up on the subject in my ‘knock off Nigel’ Lonely Planet. The advice was to either fly or go by sea, my intention had been to cross the border at Kota Bharu and catch the jungle train down through Tama Nagara, taking a few days to do some trekking in the jungle before heading to Kuala Lumpur. Knowing that Mum would kill me if I got myself murdered or ...