Lady Man

I should have known after stepping in dog shit immediately after exiting my hostel in Georgetown that it was going to be a rough day. What should have been a simple 5 hour bus ride to the hippest city in Malaysia, Kula Lumpur, turned into about 8 or so hours of bumpy roads with a bladder full of 100 plus (a delicious Malaysian viatamin type drink).
It all began with the bus being late to pick us up. It continued to keep behind schedule when it decided to sit at another bus stop for about and hour or so to wait for more people. I attempted to get off here to use the toliet, the bus driver wouldn't let me off. I could have cried. The bus finally began it's journey, but after a half an hour, the bus again pulled off to the side, not so anyone could get out and use the restroom, but because we were lost. After back tracking and finally getting on the right course, the bus driver should have stopped half way through to allow people to get food and use the restroom. He never stopped, he continued to pass up one rest station after another. We finally stopped at a rest station that was a half an hour outside the city. It was like a stampede of people running off the bus toward the restrooms.
When we finally arrived in Kula Lumpur, the bus driver took everyones bags out of the bus except for ours. When I pulled ours out, they were soaking wet. I was quite upset, but the wet bag on my back was actually quite refreshing for the hour of walking we did with it looking for a hostel.
The first hostel we checked out had the walls coming up the stair painted bright green with little colorful flower pots on each step on the way up, Christina Aguleria's "Come on Over" was bumping from the top. I was into it until I got to the top. The lobby if you will, looked like a horrible lab for science experiments. There were different birds locked up in little cages and fish tanks everwhere filled with jurrasic looking fish that were the exact same size as their tank. It broke my heart. However, nothing could top the Indian lady man who sat at the receptionist desk. He/she looked as though he/she was part of the display, locked behind his/her desk. I think he or she was attempting a sexy appearance with the pink lip stick and the well done hair, but the face, the face couldn't be helped. We politely checked out one of the rooms, but said no thank you and moved onto the next, which is where we are now. It is impecibly clean, very welcoming, and it has air conditioning (oh yeah!) Also, attached to it is a raggae bar that has ladies night every night. I took advantage of that with dinner last night. By far our most expensive dinner yet, 80 ringits for 7 drinks and 2 meals. In US dollars about $20.