Long journal and a long journey today...
Woke up at 6a.m. sharp, pain in the throat. Thank god for mom's honey glue which relieved my the pain from my throat after a quick spray. According to my original plan, I was supposed to take the 10:30 ride to Penang, but since my head was all clear and without any piece of sleepiness, I set off toward the station ready to hurry my schedule into the 8:30 bus. Somebody farted really loud in the bathroom by the way, luckily I got out before I got stank to death.
The weather seemed really cloudy outside, maybe a late rain will come eventually, I fastened my path and reached the station before the rain drops had any chance.
I was pretty familiar with the structure of Pudu after my short trip here earlier yesterday, and got my tickets at transasional. However, I must have made a mistake or something, for they said there weren't any ride at 8:30 or 10:30 today, only a 11:00, I took it after some hesitation and went down to one of the benches reading my Ebook. It's only about 8 in the morning, and that meant I would have to wait for about 3 hours before leaving for Penang...
At this moment, a foreign guy with a hood on his head came and sat in front of me, asking me about the password to the wifi in this building. I had no idea of the code so I just shook my head. Then he asked me to sit next to him and have a little chat. Well, backpackers were supposed to be friendly to each other outside our own countries so I thought, what the hell, and got next to him, chatting about our lives in no time.
He introduced himself as Michel, and was from France, I even managed to utter a few French sentences I had learned from school, and it was a really happy scene. We shared some of the customs and traditions back in our countries and even took a photo together. Then he asked whether I worked out? And started rubbing my calves! I was in shock of his over-friendliness, but figured that he was just a really outgoing foreigner. In the mean time, he praised that I had a strong body and nice legs...I had no choice but to respond thank you, and that you also have really nice legs.
Then Michel started rambling about the people in Malaysia being really conservative and the the French were open and outgoing. Sometimes he just took boys back to his house and party all night, drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and have "ses"he tolde me.
I should have known it!
Only I haven't heard it through his accent... he has sex with little boys... Oh, Michel is gay and that's why he's acting all strange. I was pretty frightened and all this stuff is happening directly in my face and I was in the middle of it. My head was in a total chaos and I had no idea of how to escape from the horrible scene.
Then this French guy started harassing me with words and dirty jokes, he was so loud that some foreign girls next to us started to stare. He even showed me one of his sex partners back in French... I started explaining to him that I had a great girlfriend, and I like girls instead of guys, but he was totally ignorant toward my words. Or maybe is he too dumb to understand these English words...
To be honest, I have nothing about and not at all any discrimination toward homo sexual people, I even have some good friends that like the same sex. But this is just crossing the line and too real for me. Eventually he asked me to go to the bathroom and take a picture of my "thing" and send to him via phone...
WTH! This is too much.
I threw him a lame excuse about going to buy some breakfast, brought up all my bags and hurried out toward the entrance. He stood up and started following me. I hurried and fastened my pace, he was calling my name from behind. I was faster and adrenaline carried me to a Mc Donald's across the street, there I panted and luckily I had escaped from his sight.
I waited in the diner for the rest of the hours before having the guts to go back to the station to take my bus. Hopefully he was't one of my companions on the ride!
It was already 20 past 11 and the driver of the bus was nowhere to be seen. The tourists, including me, were standing in a line, under the station waiting for the driver in this stinky basement with few activities of oxygen flow. It was only at 11:40 did the driver finally appear from the stairs and acting like the wait was no big a deal. He hurried us to the bus, drove out of the basement and turned to the right. There he told all of us to get out... Oh yeah, then we waited there for another 25minutes before one of the other buses came to pick us up and continued our journey.
PS. Scooters are allowed in most high ways in Malaysia and that seems really dangerous.
The movie playing on the bus was about a herd of sheep turning into monsters and started attacking the farmers, which was really creepy. We arrived at the station Sungai Nibong at about 4 in the afternoon, and people spread going in their own causes. I walked for about 20 minutes until reaching a bus station. Another 20 minutes of waiting time did I meet the bus 401, spent 2 RMs to take me to Little India.
Sungai Nibong station was actually pretty far from the center of Penang: George Town, and Little India was just by the side of George Town. My lodge of the next few days was a hostel called the Cocoa Mews, and the owner was a Singaporean! He spoke in heavy accented English and knew some Chinese, he was extremely outgoing introducing me to all the spots and legends, great deals and foods in Penang after my arrival.
I spent most of my time exploring Little India, checked out their markets and made my way to the center of George Town and the big building called Komtar. I hadn't had a decent meal for a long time, and my stomach even ached when I sunk my teeth into a juicy grilled chicken burger. The moon was really big above our heads today.
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