Twentysomething

I was lost. I had covered about 8 kilometers. "Shit, Fish," I told myself, "Climbing up that wall next to that brook was a brilliant idea. That wasn't a path, you idiot."

Tropical thunderstorms are gorgeous, especially after a day scorched by the spinning sun. It hit me as I watched the rain from the Temerloh bus station, waiting to connect to Jeremut, that I've got my travel mojo back.

Bought a tom yum soup (second of the day) and suddenly God pops into my head. He wasn't decked out in a beard today... just sort of a white blob.

Mersing has some good and bad things. Bad things? There's not much to do besides wander the two streets here.  The beach is a ways off, and the jetty has cranes and bulldozers blocking the view. Mosquitoes are rampant. As are bedbugs, I found out yesterday.

So why did I leave paradise? No accommodations. Everything booked for the weekend weeks in advance.

Crossed into Malaysia today.  I exchanged Cinderella for her ugly step-sister. But I found that the ugly step-sister has a good personality.