After the Batu Caves, I took the 2 hour bus ride back to the hostel. Considering it was still pretty early, I decided to get off my butt and at least go see the Patronus Towers which used to be the world’s tallest buildings before Dubai exceeded them. It was only two stops from the subway station and there is not much to see besides for the view from the ground.
After having such a frustrating day, I had completely given up on the idea of having fun while traveling completely alone and was just going to head back to the hostel and go to sleep in order to catch an early bus back to Singapore. After getting off at my stop, I notice I’m stalking two guys who seem to be heading back in the same direction towards the hostel. They look back at me and smile, jokingly asking me if I am stalking them.
Once we reach the hostel, Jonathan goes to the hostel manager and complains that there are no cheap bars around the area that aren’t full of prostitutes. David then goes into an explanation about how they found what they assumed to be a family place the night before that served cheap beer. The assumed this because there were families eating dinner inside the restaurant but while they were at the bar, they were approached by several prostitutes. They were looking for a bar to watch the soccer game. The manager just laughed and said the best thing for them to do was go buy bottles of beer at the local 7-11 and just go to the town square to watch. Now because of the time difference the games were playing at 3am.
Having made new friends, we decide to pre-game and talk and play music in the hostel lobby until it is time for the game. I discover that David (the red-head) and Jonathan are from Dublin, Ireland and they have never heard of Louisiana. I make them royally jealous by explaining Cajun food because David has a weakness for spices. We are later joined by Zeki and Rupert from Manchester, England. Zeki and Rupert soon prove to be why I need to move to England. They are crude mouthed, fun loving, and I am drooling over their accents even though there are points where I can’t understand any of the 4 guys.
We are all fairly drunk by the time we head to the game and are joined by Jonathan and David’s American friends (who never mentioned their names) but proceeded to tell me their best drunk-while-backpacking stories. One involving how they were drunk and while the girlfriend woke up in bed the next morning freaking out because she couldn’t find her boyfriend when he had passed out on the hostel front step because he forgot the combination to get in. These stories go on all night during the game while some of the guys start either falling asleep on the grass in the town square or passing out because they’ve had too much to drink. The night ends in a success with me agreeing to stay another night in order to go with Jonathan and David to the elephant sanctuary at 8 the next morning. We get back to the hostel around 5:30am.
SO! wake-up at 7 the next morning in order to shower, find clean clothes, and go beg the front desk for a bed for another night. Since the hostel is booked up that night, I am either forced to go back to Singapore or try my luck at finding a hostel nearby once we return from the elephant excursion. I try the latter. After leaving my stuff in David’s locker we are off.
The trip itself takes us about 1.5 hours outside of KL giving us enough time to catch a nap in a beat-up old tour van with no AC. The good thing about this van is that the back seat is broken making it recline at the perfect angle for sleeping. As long as the windows are open, you don’t suffocate.
We first visit a deer park. Feeding the deer with what looks like uncooked potato french fries leads to our tour guide putting one in his mouth and letting the deer take it that way. He in turn instructs us to do the same. Since his experience went smoothly, I tried as well. My deer, being less steady on his feet, reaches up and missing the potato, just kisses me instead. My grossed-out look then leads the tour guide to only laugh and take a nearby deer to kiss him.
We then head off to see the elephants. There we are allowed to feed them, ride them, wash them, and even the opportunity to bath with them in the water. Since I did not bring a bathing suit, I just fed and rode them. Something to remember, elephants like plantains but hate bananas. The ride back was spent sleeping some more considering we had agreed we were going to stay up again to watch the other game after hopefully finding a hostel for me.
Second hostel: cheap, simple room. Thought it was nice enough but woke up to ants crawling in my bag all over my clothes. Was itching all the way back to Johor Bahur.
I have promised to visit Dublin and Manchester within the next year though.