Its good story time once again for you this week. After last week we told you that the bus journey may be a little hot. Well we were not far wrong. The day began getting up early so we could get a taxi to the bus station in plenty of time. Checking out of the hostel and arriving at the station all was going well till then, we entered the bus station to find thousands of people, and 2 endless lines of coaches rolling into the station one after an other. It was carnage!!!!!! with not one english sign or person insight it was all guess work to which ticket booth we needed, we finally found the one we needed only to be told the bus was full untill monday, 3 days away. So the search was back on, only to be told, bus full, bus full, bus full!!!! Just our look to try and get on a bus where everyone in bloody kuala lumpur wants to get to for a muslim festival. We final found a bus that had 2 spaces left, only trouble was it didnt leave until 10 at night, 12 hours away. With no other option we had to take it. Coz we had our bags there was no way we could wonder around the boiling hot city for a day trying to find something to do either, so it was just a question of waiting. After 7 hours of being stared at like the bus station had never seen such exotic creatures such as westerns, we found a food court to eat in and kill some time. After 5 hours of eating and playing hangman (1 hour eating, 4 hours playing hangman just to set you straight) we had one more hour to kill back in the bus station. With it being 9 at night we thought the bus station would be quiet, wrong again! it was just as busy if not busier than the morning. All the over night sleepers for round malaysia leave between 9 and 10.30. With a man on a loud speaker telling you which bay to go to as your bus pulled in, it would have been ok if he spoke in english, so now it was just a question of looking at every bus that came in and looking at the number and following it to its bay. We found the bus after a few heart stopping minutes, (didnt want to have waited 12 hours only to go and miss it), only to find that we weren't sat next to each other. We tried to ask a guy to swap seats but he didnt understand. It wasnt to bad tho, unlike first thought the coach was very nice with air con and very big seats, it was like you were sat on your own anyways. So after a very crazy random stop on the hard shoulder of the motorway to pick someone else up we were on our way. Except the driver was a mad head, going round corners i thought the bus was going to tip. So what was supposed to be an overnight sleeper bus turned in to an overnight roller coaster ride. 7 hours later we arrived at our destination 1 hour early coz of his super fast driving.

The drama continues, getting there at 5 in the morning ment the hostel was not open yet, so we decided to go on a mission trying to find somewhere else. Normally there would have been lots of places for us to stay but all we got was hotel full, hotel full, hotel full, yep you guessed it, that bloody festival ment that everywhere was fully booked, so it was back to our hostel to sit out side and wait listening to the sounds of a very loud mosque calling for early morning prayer. As you can imagine, 12 hours in a hot bus station, 7 hours on a bus and 2 more hours sat on the very humid street, needless to say we were very tried, hot, smelly, very craby, and sick to death by the mosque. 7 o'clock fianlly came around, 24 hours later we were able to get into our hostel and in to bed for a few hours.

The next day, after a good nights sleep the traveling started again. Up at 8 am to catch a coach for an 2 hour trip to a jetty, we were fianlly getting somewhere near our final destination, the perhentian islands. Loading our bags on to the dodgiest looking boat we again knew we were in for another fun journey. Needless to stay when we arrived alive and well at the island we were very greatful. Dont worry tho parents its not as bad as it sounds............. its worse, HA HA HA only joking. They did give us life jackets and i was told to sit at the back of the boat to help it balance, so it was very safe!!!!!!!

Finally there, 3 days of well deserved paradise. The Malaysians were very suprised to see us there coz all the other white backpacker go to a different resort, this didnt bother us tho, it made the whole experince more enjoyable. The food was a set menu, which consisted of malaysian food, we could have payed for english food but what would have been the point in that. Both at lunch and dinner we were treated like kings and queens, each time were were brought about 4 of 5 differnet dishes, each time we had a full fish, head and tail still attached, and then various differnet dishes consisting of soup, noodles, chicken, squid, octopus, rice, friut. Each dish tasted amazing although neither of us really liked the squid and octopus, but we just ate around that. The chef and waiters took a really liking to us just because we tried everything and didnt pull our face and order english food like they thought we would.

We also went on 2 snokell trips which involved 5 different sites (great value for money), which has to be said was up there with our diving. The water was much warmer, it was like a bath, thousands and thousands of fish of all sizes, and great coral at the first site, then swimming with a giant green turtle at the next, the our third site was very deep and hardly any fish, with the lads who were driving the boat not being able to speak much english they couldnt tell us what we were here for. It soon came apparent tho when we saw a fully grown black tip reef shark, much much bigger that the one at the barrier reef. It was very strange tho, both of us said we weren't scared at all but loved just watching it swim below us. Our last 2 sites were more fish, stingrays and coral.

The trip had to end with the horrible boat journey back and we are now at a town ready to get the bus over the border into thailand 2moz, i wonder want stories awaits us there.

night night everybody night night.