Leaving already? Goodbye KL (Day 5)

The next day we got up early and planned to head to the bus station to book an alternate route to the Pulua Perhentian for the weekend. While I waited for my sister, I talked to the lady that worked at the front desk of the hostel. She said she was from Jakarta, Indonesia, but that he husband lived in KL working as an airplane mechanic. She spends about a month twice a year there visiting, which sounded like a very difficult lifestyle to me. After we got to the bus station we found out that all of the tickets to the islands had been booked, so our only recourse was to go to the train station and book the 12 hr. ride to Khota Baru. While we were out it started pouring rain, so we stopped by this little alley covered with tarps for some tea.

It was relatively dry in here, but the tea wasn't great. It was alright though, it kept us warm and dry.

While under here, we saw a NYC sized rat that could easily have been a small cat run by and this old Chinese woman, without batting an eye, booted this thing in the ribs and sent it flying and then scurrying away...amazing!!!

I picked up some Malay food for the road from my favorite street spot near the Chinatown gate and we were off to the train station. Our train was late so I got down to business while we waited. MMMMM!!!!

Well, not really sure what this was, but it was that same spicy, coconutty, curried-ish chicken, but the girl threw in an egg this time and some delicious greens in coconut milk. I'll miss you KL. The train was crowded and we were the only non-Malays on it. I guess Kota Bahru is not a popular destination for tourists. This one clearly working class, poorer guy kept playing this horrible American 80s glam rock type ballad on his cell phone over and over again at volumes that the entire car could here. Very uncomfortable sleep as we crept through the jungle at about 30 MPH.