When I woke up at about 9 AM, everybody was sleeping. The guy from Turkmenistan was sleeping on the top bunk just to my left. I brushed my teeth, packed everything, and left the hostel quietly.
I got another memory here. Staying in a room where there were only some beds without curtains reminded me of a judo camp.
As I was walking around and looking for a coffee shop nearby, I found Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. I ordered a cold Americano. The AC was so strong that I had to put on a pair of long pants and a jacket. I spent a few hours there, and then I headed to another hostel, Pods the Backpackers Home & Cafe, Kuala Lumpur, located in the central area.
I was trying to take a bus, but I found out that I needed a bus pass instead of cash, so I gave up and took the metro. The metro reminded me of Indonesia. The circular ticket reminded me of Thailand. The metro was busy, maybe because it was the weekend.
I got off the metro at KL Sentral and walked for just five minutes to get to the hostel.
Moving from Penang to KL, I saw high-rise buildings, shopping malls, and people wearing nice clothes, which reminded me of the feeling of being in a big city, like Tokyo.
As I was walking to the reception, I saw a few tables and small sofas where guests could relax on both sides. The woman at the reception seemed used to dealing with the check-in process.
I got a key card with “4 Bunk 1, 11” written on it, which meant that the room was on the 4th floor, the room number was 1, and the bed number was 11.
I took an elevator to the 4th floor. Thanks to the black marker on the key, it was easy to find my bed. The bed was quite small, but it looked clean. To me, cleanliness is more important than size.
I have no idea how many times I have appreciated my body size—5.4 feet—even though my height is not ideal for being popular among girls.
I left my large backpack in the room and relaxed on the ground floor, where there was a reception and a relaxation area.
Since I was tired of sitting, I started walking around the area. I happened to be in Little India Brickfields, where 99% of the people I saw were Indian or Indian Malaysian. I am planning to go to India, so I was imagining that it would be like this, which excited me for some reason.
I was so tired and sleepy that I ended up at a random Indian restaurant, Maya Mess @ Brickfields, where I encountered a “captain” who served the meals.
I asked him for a menu, and he said the only choice I had was a set meal served on a banana leaf. He started serving all the ingredients on the banana leaf while explaining each one. I got a bunch of ingredients around the rice, with curry sauce on top.
I enjoyed watching how the captain served the customers as well as eating the meal. In the US, he must be able to get a lot of tips.
After I finished eating, I went back to the hostel. It was still only about 7 PM, but I was ready to sleep.
I took a shower and settled down in bed. While I was lying in bed, I started hearing someone talking. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, and I saw a woman who asked me if I was making noise and told me I should put on pants. I was wearing only underwear.
I told her I wasn’t the one making the noise. She was complaining loudly to herself. I quickly went to the bathroom, which was on the same floor, and went back to the room.
I fell asleep and slept for a few hours. I woke up to the sound of someone arguing. I had no idea what was happening, but there were some guests involved in the same room.
There were 16 people staying together, by the way.
Every time somebody made any noise, even something as small as the sound of a zipper, the woman started complaining. If you stay in a cheap hostel and share a room with 15 other people, this is what happens.
I struggled to sleep after that. I finally fell back asleep at around 1 AM.
Dinner Place
