It is Saturday five o'clock in the morning as the bus pulls into Kuala Lumpur. I've left the party-island in the early hours of the previous day. It's been a long trip. About three hours in the ferry back to mainland, then another hour in a bus to Surat Thani. We then rush off with a local to the train station to pick up my suitcase I left there. A most uncomfortable four-hour ride later in the back of a stuffy old smelly minivan we arrive in Hat Yai. Another ...

Asia, Kuala Lumpur. Incredible. Life, people, everything is so different here. I feel different. No, I am not doing drugs, but I think the fact that I haven't slept since I woke up yesterday at 11:00 might contribute to this feeling. Just this morning - which already feels a million years away - we had a terrible fit of giggles without even a drop of alcohol. But let me start at the beginning... Getting off the plane was the easiest part of the whole journ...