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Arriving in Kula Lumpur was fine by bus, but what a nightmare getting to our volunteering hostel. No one knew where the stop was for bus number 300, found it finally after asking 3 police officers. Crazy city, all the buildings are massive and so busy and humid.
Arrived at our volunteering hostel, my thoughts on entering was, what a s*** hole. I was so close to walking back out and giving up on the volunteering and just put myself into another hostel. However I couldn't, as i needed free accommodation and food for 4 weeks, as Kula Lumpur is expensive to live and not a lot to do here. The hostel is so dirty, it has 4 dogs, a cat, you literally stick to the sofas because they are dirty. They use the same sponge to clean the pots, work surface and dog bowls, my mum would literally die! I slept on it and i just thought, I can't give up, so I've made the effort to do extra work after my days volunteering, doing extra cleaning or household improvements, as the place is falling to bits. Worst part of it all is that their is no air-con, i sweat at any given moment, it's so hot and humid i generally can't cope! I actually spend most of my free time in the shopping malls and supermarkets so i can cool down. I felt sorry for the women who has given up everything just so that she can help others. Really nice and funny woman, i respect her for wanting to help people.
So basically my volunteering includes;
dog rehabilitation, which includes interacting with puppies so they get used to humans and cleaning them. Setting turtles free in the wild.
Swimming lessons with disadvantage people, just encouraging them to keep swimming and to improve their technique. I was stuck with this one girl who loves western looking guys, did not stop talking.
Special school (is what it's called) was a brilliant experience. I had to sit, play and teach them basic maths and english. The younger ones were more fun as they play and interact with you more and make you laugh. But my voice at the end of the day killed, I don't know how people look after children or teach everyday. Having to speak all day everyday and having the patience of a saint, good on them.
I was very apprehensive about street salon, which was washing and cutting homeless peoples hair. Isn't as bad as it sounds, i chose the job to cut their hair with the trimmers which only had 1&2 in length. Most of them had long hair, it was so much fun just chopping off all this hair. One guy had really long hair, ponytail like hair and shaved the sides and back, and then i left the top just long enough so he could do a top-not haha!
I must say the other volunteers are bloody weird, except for two, which are Swiss and German. They either don't talk or create this awkward silence or they just stare but the worst is the two girls who are just lazy b******s.
The most annoying of them all is this older Malaysian women who lives in US and she is volunteering for a while, whilst she visits family here. She doesn't shut up and all she does is moan about eveything. She gets angry that the kids don't say thank for helping out at the school. They are refugee kids, why the hell would they say thank you, plus they are kids, and shes constantly shouting at them. She has no clue how to handle them...old people stuck in their old ways..drives me insane!
Went to see the monkey's on our day off. They literally just climb on you, waiting for food. Then went to see the fireflies. Can only see them in the dark and they look like white Christmas lights flashing but they are flies mating. Had to go down a river in a slow boat to see them as they only mate on a certain tree.
Invited to an Indian festival called "Ponggal" where they celebrate and thank god for the farmers harvesting food. And so getting into the spirit of it all we all dressed up in our indian attire to blend in, although all eyes on us when we walked in. There was a competition on who could boil the milk quickest via creating our own little fire. We didn't win as too many people sticking their noses in, "too many cooks spoil the brew"! We only went for the free Indian food. But when we got our food i walked into the main hall and there was hardly any seats, only on the two tables in the room which were for the local MPs and representatives. They ushered us on there and gave us extra food, all the other Indians were looking at us wondering how come they are allowed to eat at a the table! The MPs and representatives took photos of us all and were grateful that we made the effort to joining the celebration. I just enjoyed the unlimited and tasty indian food, i was in my element.
Then walking home some random guy stopped his car and asked if i was Hare Krishna movement? Hare Krishna movement is people dressed in robes and chant his name which means "all attractive"! Erm no mate, I've just come from a festival lol.
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dad good reading bab x