Day 26: Reggae in the ear and blitzkrieg in the stomach

26 25.07.2016

Oops, slept in today, almost overslept I would say, but one should also stay energized. My first thought goes once again to my digestion, which unfortunately has a pretty liquid-active life today. When I report about today, I have to mention that this is starting to annoy me. Apparently, I don't have a typical traveler's diarrhea, rather my body seems to have trouble digesting the Asian food from the chest down, which is annoying as I still feel hungry above the chest. Anyway, I decide to actually fast and eat only toast bread and potato bread all day.

When we finally manage to get out of the hostel, we drive to the Heritage Quarter and see all sorts of more or less exciting older buildings. We also visit the I <3 KL sign, a several-ton emblem that you can take pictures with. I am very tempted to use it as a scratching and climbing tree.

Later, we visit the park in KL, which is very well maintained and almost reminds me of European standards. Photos are being taken left and right in the Orchid Garden. I'm still somewhat okay with that. But when I'm denied a kiss from my sweetheart in the Hibiscus Garden, I'm almost as upset as the fact that I can't even find a koala bear in Koala Lumpur (maybe they are nocturnal).

Since we haven't slept for 3 hours and I'm running out of energy – also due to the light food – we drive back and listen a little bit to what our cushion has to say.

In the afternoon, Gudi meets up again with her Dutch friend Nynke, whom she knows from her time studying in Wales and still keeps in touch with. Quite impressive how much of a network the good one has built up in these few months.

I'm proud!

While the ladies engage in the most noble British exchange and have tea time, I stay at home. Not that I wouldn't want to listen to Queen Victoria and her blonde doppelgänger, but I still have a lot to do for university. So I conjure up highly scientific facts about medieval castles, while the ladies do something similar with a straw (I know you don't drink tea with a straw – please let me have the pun).

When I'm done, I face the actual task – finding Gudi and Nynke. I have a plan, but anyone who knows me knows that this is far from a guarantee for successfully reaching a destination with me. After a short time, I feel, or rather my wallet feels, Gudi's absence all too painfully, as without my financial shark, I manage to spend around €5 on a deodorant at the first street corner – a price that would probably be easily undercut even in Austria.

Distracted by reggae in my ear and blitzkrieg in my stomach, I not only walk past our meeting point, but also past the fair maidens (note from 29.07 .: these designations happen when you write too much about the Middle Ages). Probably the first McDonald's of my life that I overlook – I must really have stomach problems.

Fortunately, watchful Gudi catches up with me and leads us to one of the tallest towers in the city. We ride up to the 30th floor and enjoy a drink with a magnificent and truly breathtaking view of the KL Twins. These towers are the eighth tallest buildings in the world and are also illuminated in an almost enlightening way. At 8 o'clock, it's closing time, yes this sky bar is built around a pool, so we are kicked out to make room for the elitist society.

In the evening, Gudi and I are once again plagued by the Nepalese mountain fever, an illness that occurs irregularly with us and is characterized by more or less intense engagement with mountain-rich topics. Today, the symptoms, which actually only manifest as withdrawal symptoms, are fought with the "Messner" film from 2012. Well then, good night Gudi.

Gudi's glorious laws

You must know that dear Gudrun is a very structured person. This manifests itself in some things, but it doesn't bother me, since I, on the other hand, am a hopelessly lost and chaotic soul. So it's raining this morning and of course I don't have anything with me to protect myself. Actually, I'm pretty sure Gudi hasn't packed anything either, as we only went outside briefly, but: Wrong! Grinning, she puts on a transparent, cheapest rain poncho, with which she looks like an ordered and uncollected dwarf in the forest. When I start to make fun of her, she just cheekily replies: "Let me, I also have to be sexy now!". While I almost land with my face in the Malaysian gutter from laughter, Gudi struts away with a little hip swing and her head held high but dry, which makes me laugh even more.