Here I am again. Back in my office next NERBAC modernized modernized all-Filipino faces. Has angefuehlt cool, fly on a 3-week holiday in Malaysia and Thailand to return to the Philippines. First to Manila, then to Tacloban - and the first thing I experience at home, of course, is n Conductor (the guy in the jeepney, which collects the money), who give me the correct change only will, after I asked him 3 times after that and on the jeep to stop, even though we are at the Coca Cola-crossing and he wants to see me off. 2 pesos, and n few grinning Filipinos were worth it to me:)
rewound Almost 3 weeks (6 July) that it looked like this: With my half-rotten
sleeping bag, Ner diving mask including snorkeling, my climbing shoes, nem waterproof backpack and n few clothes in the back pack and 16,000 pesos (the equivalent of approximately € 270-280) in the wallet I've been lonely and alone on the road in a foreign country. From Manila to Tacloban about Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia.
went: After a brief visit to the DED office, the PowerUp-climbing gym and Mathis in Manila and NEM evening in the hotel room of healing, now one-legged Wojtek irgendwannmal my flight in the morning hours of 17 June. I knew there yet, but this evening should be for the next few weeks have been the last person to whom I was completely tired to sleep.
After some recent discussions with some ambitious Filipinos every white as NEN ATM deal with (what am a small penny pincher I were: D), I was able to finally calm and content get on a plane - in the hope that in the next 3 weeks only rarely about people stumble, to me a great want to attract part of my hard earned money with little return from his pocket.
My vacation was alittle bit different than understand what ordinary people under the holiday. In my more masochism was involved.
The first 3 days I'm in Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia and Melaka, a city known for its history, spent. Most of them with running under the beautiful sunshine with my 10-15 kg backpack on his shoulders. Was quite nice, though exhausting. The days were marked by extreme horny food, offer a lot of cultural stuff and history museums, nem Dragonboat Race, couch surfing at any Malaysian Chinese, a climbing center, and other cities a Krams the Sun
Then off we went. From the oldest rainforest in the world - Taman Negara. On the first evening, shortly after arrival, we went to the first hike. 3 hours on beautiful trails through the jungle, all alone (because so late and getting dark), next to very loud grunting boar families, dogs and squirrels. The noise, and compared in the dark forest was becoming really crass. And without a flashlight to find the right way, too.
next 2 days I am, if mans added up, almost 50 km run. Up and down, over temporary bridges, through rivers and muddy terrain in much of the jungle has been explored. And I'm also from time to time people made fun - ing French, for example, the so-ne shit does frequently and with so little internal stuff like Jungle Tracking, plants, and has known about something.
The animals were clearly greater ants, leeches and mosquitoes. Was very pleasant to be bitten by nem half ant population, while one is exempt from 15 leeches and bitten by mosquitoes, is after running 30 kilometers through the jungle and ate nothing for 14 hours. Everyone should have once experienced.
One should not attempt, however, to climb because of the look on NEN very old-looking tree, without first nachzugucken whether a bee's nest is on it. Gluecklicheweise me only the non-stinging bees are accommodated. Unfortunately, by the thousands.
Ne Hoehlentour with NEM Swiss couple and a lot of bats, swimming in the brown river water, the extreme right have beautiful dawn, and the horny Chinese-Malay-Indian food on the floating restaurants, the jungle experience even alittle bit rounded.
did after 3 days in Taman Negara I sleep in the wagon of the train probably cheapest in the world (8 € for 13 hours of driving) on his way to Krabi. Krabi is n town in Thailand, famous for its beautiful beaches and climbing. In high season, one finds hundreds of climbers and tourists who enjoy the rocks have.
When I was there, unfortunately was not high season -.-
But that's cheaper.
Shortly after arriving I had to realize that Thai people are very reluctant to accept the Philippine peso and go to Baht. After not a single bench and 2 money changer my pesos did not name me anybody could who assume they would, I'm confused my Malaysian ringgit, which I've swapped in Malaysia with pesos - and NEN lot of money lost, despite the best exchange rate city.
the 4 days in Krabi were strong despite a lack of money, the cheapest hotel rooms in the city and many greedy Thais pretty awesome. Even if I have one day completely eaten and the neighbor just a big plate of rice stuff, while I have been so much sports like no other time in my life - I needed the money just for the return trip and was 4, not 3 days remain there.
The pictures in Picasaalbum or on the Internet you can watch the Kuestenstaedtchen with the rock formations by n bit look at more closely, if you want to be jealous:)
addition to the whole Geklettere and Auschillen on the beach there's still some special things n there: Ne lagoon middle of the mountain and monkeys massive. To the lagoon had to up the muddy paths of the world without protection and climb down (non-high but still safe for non-straight), The monkeys were walking in huge families through the area. Was a surprise when I came running toward auf'm way back to the hotel suddenly ne family of about 50 monkeys on nem fence. Quite many of whom had hanging n cute little baby belly, n some were quite old and looked half dead. And in the middle of the vast Chieftain OO Krasses animal. Unfortunately I made a photo of him. Too much fear. There they are now and warnings: one should look at the things in the non-eyes, because they can be otherwise easily aggressive. The risk I have made non-despite a drawn camera.
Anyway, after the 4 days crammed in Krabi, I somehow have to go home (after the Kuala Lumpur) to come. Because I for no money had the train, I had to change bus. It takes less time, is comfortable - and komsicherweise something cheaper. Unfortunately, I'm at the bus station noticed that I also had enough money for nothing around. But this is not my inability, but on the bus suppliers. They sell the package to tourists always more expensive. My last resort existed then, is to go back to money changers search and to exchange my precious pesos to look for the bus itself and to buy the ticket right there (which may be more complicated in a city the size of Wiesbaden as intended) or the Ticketverkaeufer to beg for the local price. The latter has fortunately (because of the help of my Traenendruesen in a 10 minute discussion) works and saves my battered legs several hours running. But I had no money left for lunch n. Breakfast and dinner the day before I had even non. So it was said to starve.
When we crossed the border to Malaysia and the driver really, really nervous, and literally to ESS-BREAK by 22 clock stopped nochwas is, was my stomach for more than 28 hours later filled with food. Rapture and Kotzgefuehl overeat because the same time. While the food (Indian, so cool:]) have all the fake LCD aehm the Germany game and the first 2 goals against ..., England, I believe, transferred. Pure luxury.
have the last 5 days of my vacation I spent in Kuala Lumpur, because I have no money to continue traveling had. Was worth it. I've lived in NEM Chinese couch surfers, whose apartment 20 minutes from Ner horny climbing gym was removed NEN, public swimming pool facing the front door and had stood beside the food court n with cheap Chinese food and Malaysian food stalls with even cheaper. And the main attractions of the city were all reached in under 30 minutes. Pure luxury.
Yes ... It was like me, the holiday has not only relaxation of recent days showed little (maybe, hopefully, possibly even future-relevant) Sticky: what real hunger is. And so alittle bit, how easily you get a crappy mood and despair (non-true, but less so n Touch despair's it) when nothing in the stomach is, non-knows exactly how to get home, has no money, no work can do to solve these problems and to anyone to get around is that helps you voluntarily or only in your own language discussed with you. One day I felt really shitty about myself:>
and now I sit back in my Filipino governmental office. N clusters known, lazy people have mixed around me, into which n few hard-working people - none of which has problems trying to feed on. My Filipino friends - I mean after 11 months, significantly better than at the beginning of the Journey to the Philippines and vice versa (cultural barrier (?) ! From the climbing gym half an hour,, - destroyed, Mwahaha) only a few miles away from me, my big little room with the super nice exercise facilities directly next to me the (albeit pretty crappy) beach can be reached in 20 minutes, and my little friend in less than 5 miles away.
When the time is nothing.
And yet, I've slowly but surely enough of this country.
I think life here is just too relaxed and simple for NEN stresses like me (shit education:!-D Always drive this performance).
Too few new charms, no challenges (except the ones I ask myself - simply because no work), which has disappeared for a month learning desire s standard of living (materially speaking), the in Germany, not even the poor poor have to if they want non-(even though I am in it feel quite good because I do not much more), the lack of recreational opportunities and the lack of family / lack of friends, I can use to entertain me better because resembling standards and ways of thinking, despite assimilation and deal as with the locals - all that disturbs me already so alittle bit because I just know that all this will look like in a month different and I hope n more exciting life will prepare than I currently have.
Although I've gathered here really well, I miss you, pigs.
Jar. What a complicated shit I made my simple life sometimes do: /
Soooo, entry end. Next is coming soon. Topics: ClimbingComp / birthday and more.)
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