

Taiping, Malaysia
A Week In Taiping
After an hour, the bus turned up and I hopped aboard to find many staring faces and chitter chatter, nothing I wasn't used to already. I remembered part of the drive to Taiping and after getting a taxi to Hotel Furama the receptionist confirmed that he remembered me too. Several Malaysians I have spoken to along the way, after hearing my name, called me Richard the Lion Heart and the receptionist was no exception taking up the nickname once mor...