Just got back from a visa run to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
First thing first, the city is almost an hour drive away from the airport. Pay ~80ringit, even thought the taxi drivers want ~150. There are nice toll booths on the way to city, which poker players can surely appreciate:
I stayed in a ****ty chinatown-style hotel build next to a prison in the metro downtown area. Yes, they have a jail next to all the skyscrapers. All the real hotels were booked for three months forward. The jail I think is empty, but the locals don't want to build any condo/shopping because they are afraid of the spirits of all the dead jailmates - "the night devil come!!! GARRRR!!" -said the taxidriver.
I just aimlessly wandered around the downtown area for 6-7 hours, and checked out the two biggest malls. If you like shopping, 9 stories of football fields should help you find whatever you want. The city is very clean, there is a skytrain for easy transportation and people understood english pretty well. There are no ATM's on the streets tho, you have to go inside the skyscrapers just to withdraw cash.
The most dissapointing thing about KL, was that I found _zero_ attractive women. After wandering around all day, all the women I came across were a solid 8 at best. And nobody was really smiling, which made me shiver for the first time since leaving Thailand. I guess that what it feels like to get back home for you
The teen/early twenties girls were too busy paying attention to their cell phones, in their designer clothes and ****loads-of-gel haircuts, to actually stop for a second and smile.
After a day there, I finally figured out why. Apparently, Malaysia was a British colony back in the day when people got around the world by sailing wooden ships. And what happens when britons get bored and find themselves on short supply of tea and hot water bottles? They go **** people, and spoil perfectly good asian genes.
In the afternoon, I found myself in a park, dying in a grease fire and decided to take a pause from walking and sit in a gazebo and drink some water. I was approached by a Buddhist monk, who sat across me. After offering him some of my water, we quickly got in a 2 hour conversation on religion, culture, peace and solidarity. Before leaving, he asked me to sign his book where I pledged to live peacefully. He said I was well en route to englightenment and presented me with this gift:
The airport security didn't let me bring the well tanned, hairy, severed arm into the plane - so I threw it away but kept the pearls. They have magic runes which will boomswitch me for 3 weeks once I cancel my poker hiatus.
Watching Ironthumb 9table 200nl right now, waiting for the rain to stop so I can go watch Thai girls smile