I woke up this morning with a gutful of poison: two bottles of Thai whiskey churning in the pit of my stomach. Our return to Malaysia had seen us imbibe epic quantities of alcohol and i was paying the price. I needed to get out of Kuala Lumpur and rejuvenate... The bus journey to Melaka was not my finest hour. Feeling too fragile to even listen to my iPod, i breathed deeply and tried to avoid voiding the contents of my belly into the lap of my slumbering neighbo...

Since i arrived in Malaysia, every morning i wake up absurdly early. Usually at around 5am i begin to toss and turn, twisting myself in my bedding, exasperated at being tired but unable to sleep. I listen to my iPod, selecting soothing, calming songs which i hope will help my mind relax. Or i listen to Stephen Fry's Podgrams hoping that his rich and soothing voice will lead to slumber. Today, however, i listened to something far more interesting... With the shut...