Another part of our volunteering is to go into the refugee schools and help teach basic English, math, science etc. Most of the children are from Afghanistan where their parents have left the country and are taking refuge in Kuala Lumpur. Well the first time I went in they said oh, one I the teachers isn't here today.. You'll be ok taking them today.. Soo the topic is friends.. Just get them to talk about friends.. So I ask is there a lesson plan? No no you do...

One of the things you forget about major cities; and the thing I like about Kuala Lumpur is how bloody tall the building are! And how many there are in the city centre. I remember when we arrived in KL and being dropped outside a sky scraper.. And was actually a Hilton. A hotel... The number of tall buildings going up in KL is mad! None as impressive as the Petronius twin towers! Two ginormous buildings with an interlinking bridge around the 40th floor.. How on e...

So it turns out it's Chinese New Year on Monday and Tuesday so we have Friday to Tuesday off and the school isn't running on Wednesday cause they wanted to take another day off.. I don't mind that! Just need to figure out how to spend my time..? We were invited by the neighbour to coincidentally the Indian new year party.. We dressed up in traditional clothing, besides most of the girls who were boring and stayed in on their phones.. The food we had was insane...

One of our volunteering duties is to go into the special school for mentally disabled children. I was put in a class with about 8, all had an attention span of about 3 seconds.. I had to teach them basic by showing them how a square block fits a square hole.. And a circle one fits a circular hole etc.. Often having to guide their hands to the correct hole each time. I also taught them numbers up to 10 by guiding their hand over an already drawn out number, althou...

Once again arriving in a new city.. Hot. Sweaty. And only a ruff idea on how to get to our accommodation.. Well we knew we had to get the number 300 bus from KL central to our accommodation. Yet none of the bus drivers seemed to know where the number 300's were.. So 2 hours later after taking 2 trains to a deserted Train stop.. And catching the number 300 bus, we arrived... A massive yellow house with big black gates, nice widows, well kept front area... And it's...