The First Few Days

3rd world medical clinics, throwing up in the back of taxi cab and the benefits of being a white man

The next day was spent sweating balls in a suit, jacket and tie in 35 degree + heat while going through a series of meet and greets, accompanied by an endless stream of photos as the last of the H20 in my body evaporated into the atmosphere. Being my first time in Asia and generally someone who likes to look upon the sun more than actually being in it the sun was starting to take its toll, helped along nicely by the lack of real food and the plentiful supply of box meals by the university of Malaysia. Although i shouldn't mock them too much as it was really very nice of them to provide us with anything to eat at all.

However, eventually it was time for our medical examination and i found myself in a doctors clinic that looked like it had just dragged its bloody carcass straight out of a long and desperate civil war and on to an unsuspecting street in KL. Grimy doesn't quite cover it, piss stained floors, an ex-ray machine that looks like Chernobyl 2.0 waiting to happen and a doctor? (citation needed) who to quote Mr brown came across as a bit of a bigot, and an old hag at that. 

Add to this a small child violently throwing up over a fellow student of mine, another student drinking his own urine sample, then whilst walking towards the x ray machine slipping in said sick almost causing myself to chunder dragon violently. Also my compadre Bradley (shown here lounging in our luxurious apartment) began to turn the colour of fresh cotton, but thankfully like a pro he held it down. And we made it out without contracting some kind of disease. I hope.

"How much leg should i show?"  Hudson

On to the first night out in KL- a difficult task to tackle. Whilst it's important to finally unwind and escape the uni campus for a night, there's a fine line between having a good time and showing yourself up as a right tit. Especially in front of people you barely know and want to make at least a reasonable impression on. 

Enter one jack deacon, born to party.

Some mothers son

I'm going to cut right through the night here and jump right to end. Which involved me and Bradley carrying a hulk of a Jack back through KL, a man unable to understand communication, or indeed communicate with others. A man so cataclysmically rat arsed than his skin turned into a kind of slime that caused him to slip out of our grip and go crashing down to the floor on more than one occasion, causing probable long term brain damage.

The highlight of the evening however was defiantly driving back in the taxi, with jack non-strategically placed in the middle  throwing up violently down himself, myself and Kathyrn as we all sung along to American Pie by Don McLean. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAsV5-Hv-7U

 (This, but with more screaming and swearing in Malaysian)

Oh, also being a white man in clubs out here totally gets you special treatment, bitchin.

Peace out