Kuala Lumper (probably spelt wrong but that's the least of my worries)

I woke, jolted by a bump in the road and a turn of a corner. I was surrounded by skyscrapers, well I must be in KL!

I wiped the drool from my chin and chest, don't laugh, like I'm the only one who has woken up soaking wet! You know you've been there too!

Anyway, the bus came to a stop at the side of a road and the driver ushered me briskly off the bus and closed the doors behind me. "WAIT! You've still got my bloody bag on there!" The driver stopped the bus and rolling his eyes came and helped me get my bag from under the bus.

As he got back in the bus I called in "umm, where am I?" Brandishing the map in my guidebook. "Kuala Lumper." He called back slamming the doors and driving off. 

Cheers mate.

Anyway, the trusty compass saved the day again. My orienteering skills got me to my hostel. 

I checked in the same time as two German lads; Tyron and Konstantine and we went up to the dorm together.

Now bare in mind I paid two pounds a night for this hostel. It was like a military hospital. Grey walls, grey floor, one small window. There was a hot sticky atmosphere and bodies everywhere. The bodies as well were a who's who of weirdos. A guy who had been there a month rarely leaving the dorm because he 'loved the city' even though this was only his first stop on his trip. A gaunt looking Irish guy. A old English man with long grey dreds and a Asian dude who seemed to meditate all day.

Tyron, myself and Andrew (the guy who'd been there a month) went for a walk around the Chinatown market and over to the national mosque. The red hue to the sky made the mosque look quite cool.

We then returned to the Morg where I barely slept as I had a very creaky bunk and Andrew apparently likes to stay up all night.