Malaysia was as Michael wrote really a different experience. For still our loyal readers, when we actually start traveling again in a month really follow weather reports each day because we then things did happen. After 3 days have been gone for three new posts, we have experienced so much.
The slightly longer version of the story before yesterday morning when we rolled off the train came we walked quickly to the exit (again much power display with big guns) where there are already dozens of motorcycles were ready to transport us. The small rock nap took us still 30TBH (0.75 Euro) and quickly across the border. As mentioned, we shared a taxi with David, a Frenchman for his visa went to Kota Bahru. From the way up in the taxi, I can not remember the view, I am talking generally much but when David came I will not intervene.
Passports taken away and quickly with its twos on the road because after a night sleep is not a talkative Frenchman something too much. He advised us to still get past Mydin, a supermarket. After a round of hotels finally found a hotel in price and service was consistent with our wishes. Delicious and showered but still outside.
At the supermarket, we made a real success. On the island, everything is twice as expensive and the choice is minimal. Toothbrushes, shower gel, baby oil and table tennis balls (for Ed, attribute to deep dives) were smashed. Michael and I foraged sometimes spread through the shop. At moments like this I could tell that young adolescent boys like me "subtle" haunted. Of course I had long pants and covered my shoulders but probably I looked after local standards still look like a prostitute.
There was even a lingerie department where I (thought I) had found something in my size, European sizes op.Nadat we were there (without the row to mind) had settled our bags were sealed with a cable tie, the coupon was on the bag and stuck at the exit of the store you got a stamp on the receipt. For example, you create or work and is also very difficult to steal something.
We have the stuff a little back to the hotel and came to the conclusion that the purchased bra did not fit anyway. Back to the store, and coupon along to the customer department. It was initially impossible to trade. Since I purchased well less than 3 hours in my possession and all the tickets had sat there I realized something more. The woman asked if there was not anything in my size on Sat What then was my size? I repeated that size on the bra in Europe was just my size would be. On to the lingerie department to see if there was something else.
Before I continue I must admit that among women in the Islamic culture is a kind of connectedness know that I am not used. Several times I was right by women looked and there was friendly and polite laughter. It felt like we shared a secret that the rest do not know, very different and special.
The lingerie department was then moved heaven and earth to do something in my size and taste to find. There was something I looked around and found that there was not somewhere a fitting room. again without buying something I dare not really fit anymore. Anyway without further ado, the saleswoman kept it for, making the bra to the rear and there I was, right in the store / supermarket, fully dressed with a red bra over my clothes. I admit that I'm not easily embarrassed, but this was really about my limit.
Of course I have not bought that bra but we could get a voucher for the amount. Still searching for things we needed to semi to the amount of 3 euros to come. Can you still buy quite a lot for 
The next morning quickly to the consulate, by taxi, on the border with the bike to the station. There plenty of time and we have enjoyed delicious special crispy fried bananas. The train journey was long, tiring, hot but we are there come.
This trip I will not soon forget, but it's really wonderful to wake up on a boat, the sun's coming next to your temporary home paradeiland.
