Alone again although still enjoying my time, I find myself in Kuala Lumpur, having arrived from the Cameron Highlands this morning. I just ate an Indian feast for 1 Rgt, that's around 15 pence, and then bought an obscene amount of Jack Fruit, which is banned in my hostel because of it's grotesque odour. HOW i'm going to consume half a kilo to myself is beyond me! Rock climbing in Railay was immense, a hobby I intend to continue back home. I had a fabulous guide, Abi, who spent much of his time holding my heavy and suspended-from-a-rock self by a rope. My first day was a challenge, the others in my group having climbed before, nevertheless, we all enjoyed ourselves and learnt the art of belaying: supporting and protecting a climber as they ascend - as well as participating in a few climbs. On day two, we learnt how to lead - climbing without the protection of a rope. This was daunting before even beginning for me, as I'd spent much of the previous day depending on the top rope to catch me after numerous slips. However, being forced to trust myself, I succeeded in leading and did it again and again! We ventured to a cave with sacred monuments that to me and my climbing buddy looked more like giant penises. We wandered into a dark, bat filled cave, climbing-up ladders with runs formed from rope, only to abseil down before trekking through the jungle. This was, naturally, a convenient time for my flip flops to break. They were, for the duration of the afternoon, held together with a plastic bag, the clever repair work of Abi. Day three was by far my favourite, the other three in my climbing group had become such good friends, the people at King Climber's had too become great company. We spent the morning leading and then moved on to some advanced climbs, myself conquering a 6A+ 30 metre wall. The exhilarating feelings from the climb, reaching the top, gazing out over a serene beach and leaping down again was supreme; for the remainder of the day I was floating on a cloud. We learnt to multi pitch that afternoon, where one climber leads to a certain point and then belays the other climber from above. It was hard top say farewell to the awesome friends i'd made, some of us went out for a drink that night but after the evening was over, I was alone again. I used this solitude to take a tour of the Phi Phi Islands, seeing the locations for where "The Beach" was filmed. Being the only single, young girl on the boat, I attracted the attention of the three single, young guides. This lead to one of them taking my hand during our time snorkeling and showing me all the coral and tropical fish. While this may have been slightly awkward, I saw more of the stunning, underwater worlds of Thailand than the others who swam near the boat! The day was beautiful, but too touristy for my liking. I liked escaping the crowd at our final stop by wandering along a lonely beach, unfortunately I held-up the entire boat by about 15 minutes! In Koh Pagnan I arrived, having spent an hour standing with my pack on a crowded bus, watched a storm unfold while on the ferry to the island and then getting ripped of for a taxi on arrival. It was great to see Zoe again and hear all of her exciting stories. The following day, she introduced me to her diving friends and we enjoyed a few drinks on the beach. Thai buckets are lethal when consumed in numerous amounts; a bottle of whatever spirit mixed with a soda of your choice poured into a bucket of ice. It was an interesting night. The following day was the famous Full Moon Party, the reason 25,000 people swarmed the island. Again, another night of merriment, much of which has escaped my memory. Sadly, the party was a bit of a disappointment; originally a traditional gathering of backpackers who have been on the road for many months has now become a gathering of teenagers on holiday simply to attend this beach rave. We left the island and friends behind, returned to Bangkok, ate far too much Mexican food and caught a plane to Penang. From there, we checked into a hostel with Morris Minor outside and Funeral Directors next door - how homely for me! We treated ourselves to a blind massage, which was MUCH too intimate for myself. Let's just say, I payed for a back and shoulder massage, NOT the extra I received...covered in oil that smelling like dog shampoo, we wandered around Georgetown, met one of the guys from Zoe's diving group and ate some noodle soup. The next day, I bid my final farewell to Zoe before departing for the cold and wet Cameron Highlands. Once there, I met a charming woman called Elizabeth, who has been travelling for fifty years. She showed me around the tack ridden town and took me to a fantastic street food stall. I spent my full day at a tea plantation, walking along a random, steep, hilly, secluded track to a strawberry farm devoid of all forms of life, but ending-up being chased by a man offering free fruit, walking the 10 km journey back and collapsing on the mattress of my attic room. I arrived in Kuala Lumpur this morning, spent some money in Little India and am ready to go back to the roof top terrace of my hostel here. The next few lines I must dedicate to Zoe. She is an incredible girl, crazy, independent, awesome and inspirational. She put-up with me for five months - that shows her strength of character! Without her, I doubt I would have been able to come so far or have the confidence to travel alone. In fact, without her, none of the awesome memories that I now have would have taken place. Thank you Zoe, for some brilliant times. Stay safe on your journey - see you in the UK! The next time I write may be my last before returning. One week. One.