The homeopath in Melaka looked at me and said, you need to rest. No medicine against their vertigo, you had too much stress, you need rest! I was so not quite agree, of course. Stress? Rest? The last Saturday I finally had spent the day in Manado in bed. Now has to be good times!
But I'm at least a reasonably good child and go straight now with the ice-cooled bus to the Cameron Highlands north of Kuala Lumpur. As it should be cool, between 10 and 21 degrees, that's even an offer for the duration of sweating in Singapore and Melaka. I occasionally found myself here, I always rationalized new Shoppingmallbesuche (cool air was the real reason of my hypocritical t_shirt-interest). With the cooling strategy I avoided sending some monuments and museums. This sense of Lonely Planet dictatorship proposed visited me something anyway: we should and should but still what about the Portuguese and the Dutch and learn about the Chinese married to Malaysians, admire the associated buildings and do it at all easy to do what you need. But I was stubborn. I followed my instincts and made it my primary task to savor all the local specialties. This culminated in the evening at nine I to two hours before the Capitol Satay decency, a restaurant that specializes in a kind of fondue. A great fun, the skewers with shrimp, green vegetables, bread, biscuits, chicken and the ubiquitous fish balls in the middle of the table in the gas-heated pot to dive and watch the sugar with the Erdnusschillisosse Schmurgeln. In addition there is a fresh coconut, with the straw from a stands on the table. Yummy! And for lunch I had the most ridiculous and yet met both incredibly good dessert: Cendol. It is coconut milk which is poured over green (and this is not a gentle natural green, we are talking about Neon) bean noodles. Below are somewhere a few black beans, sugar (must anyway anywhere, whether savory or spicy) and crushed Eis.Wer the luxury variant might get, on top of it yet Durianmus. Durian is a giant spiked fruit (can keep up with an average water melon), which divides the people into lovers and detractors. The fruit smells a little strict. I know the taste, but just do not know where. And just as in salty Hefebrotaufstrich Vegemite (and else ..) I'm stubborn, I like durian and will teach me the connoisseurship has it right! Right now I munch on small pineapple tarts, which I have allowed myself for the ride. A classic of Nonyaküche of Melaka. I mean, I do it's all really just for the education and not for pleasure. No movement, such studies - no, that does not lead to an astral body ...
In Singapore, I invited the family to a festival is a fruit - I bought everything that seemed enticing, and brought the bags. The mother had told that they only make here and there once a fruit .. We had fun. And I was allowed them in the end watch in prayer, which involves a lot of up and down steps and me almost a little reminiscent of yoga. To my delight, we found the day before in Little India small plastic creatures that are a breeze. Kuti-Kuti - snaps to an animal to another, you meet, we should grab the animal. Five stone's throw a game in which one small cloth sacks complained in a pattern and pick up others at the same time. I'll import it once to Germany! I was very fond of adopted and could come back any time - Now you have a family in Singapore! Ui, now I've really been some families in the world!
I still looked the Museum of Asian Civilisations on the issue, unfortunately a lot of history and little current lifestyle. I would like to learn more about the daily life and less on government and religious insignia. I had a good time at the zoo, I see now after my volunteer job with different eyes. The reference to animals is narrower, the orangutans affected me very much, because even in this zoo without cages, they have little room to run around and be bored probably belonging. The cute sun bear, all the different monkeys in the world, the giant lizard Komodo Dragon - I like them very hard and I'm still brooding about the exploitation of nature by man.
Singapore should set the example for their garbage disposal and above all for its environmental awareness and caring for the natural areas. That made me feel a little let grimace. Sure, there is a small rain forest area, but ultimately there is much, much more concrete for many people. As you can tell already, it takes good care of the few parks that have just received yet. Malaysia invested mightily in palm oil and it shows even if you take the bus over land. Palm monocultures everywhere. Are the palms can harvest ripe, pulls it out and the ground is quite sucked, no longer serve as water storage and slips away. So many examples of how carelessly we treat our world. It forces me badly when asked where I got involved the most sense to make a good difference. A UN-man from one job to another in East Timor was in Afghanistan on the road, chatted with me in the subway and said finally, "You do that already. See you in two years in the UN. I believe I could achieve with some education. The more people know what they are doing and why they do it, the better.
My silk sleeping bag liner has become my close friend and we cuddle up almost every night. Lovingly I stick it in his little bag-an almost automatic activity, which made me look very conscious when I came back a few days to something solid to the length of my index finger and half of its volume in my liner. I was not clear what could be the (Bunny is innocent), and was careful as there were noises like sneezing on his own. Shaking did not help that had something in clutching very seriously in my liner. When I turns over the liner (carefully to what is perhaps the poisonous thing not to get too close), I saw a big fat rhino beetle with severe, sharp claws. I think as I do not want my fingers in between have and I know of course then again, not whether the animals are poisonous. Luckily, the beetle extract a hotel employee firmly. Even though I now have small holes in my liner.
Another little anecdote: Ohja, I know so, a hole in the ground with no toilet paper is now quite a respectable toilet for me. A Western toilet, without paper, but brought me the other day from the concept. Instead of flushing tap I must have caught the shower faucet. The small jet comes straight out the back of the bowl. That's right set a cautious trickle, operated by me but ansehnlichr shot a stream of water at head height straight past me and the bathroom door. Hallelujah!
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