28.10.2012 - 01.11.2012
Day 279 – Sunday 28th October
My last day in Kupang, finally! Really took the piss today and did absolutely fuck all, once I’d eventually got up and showered I went back to bed and spent the entire day reading a book. That was pretty much my entire day gone! Once I’d finished the book, I went to get some dinner and then came back to the hotel and sat around waiting for the football to start. The Liverpool Everton game was the first one on, and it was a pretty good match. Unfortunately an Indonesian guy came and sat next to me half way through and just sat there smiling and staring at me, so I had to stop watching and chat to him so as not to seem rude. He was ridiculously happy to say he now had an English friend and kept touching my hair and shit, he also invited me to stay with him when I come back from Malaysia. He was harmless, and his wife spoke some English as well so I sat chatting with them for a while. There was one awkward moment though, and this keeps happening to me, but they always ask what religion you are and I always say none and then they just sit and stare at you gobsmacked. This guy was one of the most shocked people I’ve met so far; ‘so you’re Buddhist’ NO ‘oh you’re Hindu’ NO I’m not religious. It always ruins the situation a bit, but I told him 30% of English people aren’t religious and it’s my parents fault and blab la and he eventually calmed down. I never get it, because they’re all so religious and you would’ve thought if you told a Muslim you were Jewish they might be pissed, but no they’d rather here you’re anything just not atheist. Anyway, eventually he went to bed and it was time for the United game, which was not being shown on TV, and after spending ages trying to find any website on my phone playing commentary of the game I eventually got to hear just the second half of the match. I didn’t see it so I can’t give my judgement on the whole refereeing scenario, but 3 points is always good especially against Chelsea.
Day 280 – Monday 29th October
Got up to the alarm this morning, packed up all my stuff and had a shower. Then I went to the bar to get my plane ticket for Kuala Lumpur printed off, had some food and then jumped on the back of a motorbike to the airport where I arrived with plenty of time to spare. After about a 2 hour wait, it became clear that the plane was delayed, and given that I only have a 2 hour stopover in Jakarta for my next flight I was beginning to get very worried. The plane eventually turned up just under an hour late, and after a safety briefing which made absolutely no sense, they did it in English as well purely for my benefit (but they obviously aren’t use to speaking English) we got on our way. The flight first made a stop at Surabaya where it let some passengers off and some new ones on before we got going to Jakarta. Having been in Flores for so long now, an island with only 2 million people, flying in to Jakarta, a city with almost 10, was a bit of a culture shock. When the plane landed I had about an hour to get off, get my bags and get to another terminal and check in before my next flight left, so it was pretty obvious I was going to miss it. By the time I’d got out the terminal with my bag it was already 10 minutes before take-off, and after getting on a bus to the wrong terminal I had officially missed my plane. But I did eventually get on the right bus after having to do a whole circuit of the airport, and I made it in to the terminal and asked her to put me on the next flight, which isn’t until tomorrow, and will cost more than the original ticket just to get that! She said the best thing to do would be to go to the lion air desk as it was technically their fault I missed the flight, so I got myself back on a shuttle bus to the other terminal and the lion air office was closed. There was nothing else to do but sit down and have some food and relax, but luckily after my meal an airport person asked me if I needed help and he told me that lion air have another office in a different terminal which is 24 hour, so I headed over there on yet another shuttle bus. Got there and was shown straight to the manager’s office where I explained my predicament and everything and she checked if the flight had been delayed, and was really nice and friendly. But, there was nothing she could do for me! Due to the fact that my stopover was only 2 hours rather than the recommended 3 for international flights its technically my fault and all they can do is offer me a ticket for tomorrow morning, which I took. It is obviously my fault for taking that 2 hour risk, but about 4 flights came and went on time in Kupang, why the hell did mine have to be the only late one, plus I couldn’t have booked a later flight from Jakarta as the one I had was the last one of the night. Anyway, I went back to the international terminal, found a quiet corner and sat and watched a film then went to sleep on one of the benches.
Day 281 – Tuesday 30th October
Got woken up at 4am by a group of about 50 kids all shouting and screaming, I could’ve punched every single one of them. Why does an airport have to have some completely different etiquette? If it’s that fucking early in the morning and it’s dark outside don’t make so much bloody noise, and don’t do it right next to me when there’s an entire terminal where no one is sleeping! And then when I did move and show my face they all started shouting hello mister, really not a great way to get up! Anyway I just sat there for a while trying to get back to sleep before buying a half dozen dunkin’ donuts to get some sugar in my system and try and wake up, having not had donuts in forever as well, it was also just to eat something that delicious again. After a couple hours just sitting around, it was time for check in, and after having to pay yet more money (some bullshit ‘departure tax’) which was a third of the cost of the bleeding ticket, I went through and after a bit more waiting made it on to my plane and we took off at 9am, 12 hours later than I had originally planned. Once we’d taken off I fell asleep instantly and didn’t get up again until we were landing, which almost gave me a heart attack as I thought it was severe turbulence. Once off the plane I had to wait just a bit longer for a bus to the centre, where I eventually made it at around 3pm. I booked myself into a hostel as I was supposed to be getting in around 2am this morning and I wanted somewhere to go, but now I couldn’t be arsed trying to find the place and instead just headed for the centre of china town, and as soon as it started raining just jumped in to the nearest hostel. Got myself a dorm room and went straight to bed. I didn’t get up until around 7, and I went out to get some good Chinese food and have a little walk around to see what this place is like. It’s actually a cool little area, if not a bit too touristy. Once I came back from dinner I spent the rest of the night just sitting on the internet, haven’t had good internet since Thailand, so I was like a kid in a candy shop and there was way too much shit I could do. Bad news was I didn’t make it to bed until past 2 and I have to get up at 8 tomorrow to go sort out this Indonesian visa.
Day 282 – Wednesday 31st October
No Halloween celebrations for me this year! Got up at the crack of dawn and put on my fanciest clothes and jumped in a cab to the Indonesian embassy. Once there I got myself a number (like at a butcher’s) and filled out my forms and sat around waiting for just over an hour before being called forward. I sat down, gave him my forms and my passport and all he gave me was attitude. First he says ‘Are these the only forms you have?’ ‘yes I didn’t know what else there was to fill out’ and then he gives me a proper cunty smirk and bangs on about reading the instructions and that I have to have a passport photocopy and a photocopy of my Malaysian visa. Which I did have and proceeded to get them out of my bag, had he not been a cunt and just asked for photocopies straight away none of this would’ve happened. Anyway, he looked through my forms and then had yet more to complain about. On my occupation I wrote student, as I’ve found that when you put unemployed they just tell you to put student anyway. But I hadn’t written the ‘address of my employer’ as I’m not employed, and he had a right fit banging on about how everything has to be filled out, so I just grabbed a pen and wrote King’s college London and some random address. Next he has a go because I haven’t put the address of my Indonesian sponsor, so I tell him I don’t have one and he tells me to write the name of where I’m staying. Right now I’m getting so annoyed that this guy is being so short and dicky with me, he could’ve easily just told me nicely to put the address of where I’m staying, at the end of the day there’s no instructions on the form and I don’t know what they want me to put! So everything was filled out, then I had to pay and left. At this point I’m pretty much 100% certain I’m not going to get my 60 day extendable visa and instead only get a 30 day visa, not only does this happen quite commonly for no apparent reason, but the guy also had a go at me for having already been in Indo and extending my visa and he got all suspicious asking me questions and stuff. Overall the whole experience was bloody depressing, I’d come all this way to be sure of getting a visa, and the issuing guy I was given was clearly having a bad day, and that is more than enough reason for him to refuse me a visa. I’ll found out tomorrow whether or not I’m successful, but all I can do now is go back to the hostel and spend the afternoon napping. When I got up around 3 I went to get myself some food at McDonald’s to cheer me up a bit, first time in about 3 months. And as usual it never tastes as good as you expect and it’s no substitute to English food, it is still nice to get something western every once in a while. And on the way back it started raining, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that up to this point, but since I arrived it pretty much hasn’t stopped raining. So I came back here and just sat on the internet for the rest of the day, not only have I got stuff to catch up on but I’m downloading as much as I can to keep me occupied in future months without internet, always plan ahead. Apart from going out for dinner, my entire night was just spent sitting in my room on my laptop.
Day 283 – Thursday 1st November
After going to bed too late again last night, too many distractions, I didn’t get up until past 12 something I haven’t done in quite a while. Once up I got some food and got showered and things and then headed off to the embassy once again, oh yeah and it was still raining. Got there about 40 minutes before they opened after their lunch break, I’m just too keen to find out what the situation is going to be with my visa. Once they did eventually open again, there were 2 people in front of me, and if I didn’t feel confident about my visa, these 2 guys definitely made me feel a lot worse. The first guy was told that he’s now blacklisted from Indonesia, I couldn’t really understand why but he seemed a bit shocked with the whole situation (he’s from Pakistan, bloody terrorist) and then the second guy was given his money back and only given a 30 day visa, not looking good. And then I got called up and the woman gave me my passport with my 60 day visa in it and I felt such fucking relief it was absolutely beautiful! Coming to Malaysia has been completely worthwhile, even with all the rain and the bloody missed flights the visa is in the bag! Came back here in a great mood and spent the rest of the afternoon just rinsing the internet yet more, before eventually tearing myself away and chatting to the other 2 English guys in my room (Joe and Pete) about going out tonight. I got a quick dinner and a bottle of vodka and then the 3 of us sat around chatting a drinking at the hostel for a few hours before hitting the town. Our first stop was skybar, a place Pete’s friend had recommended to him, and it was a fucking awesome place, 40 floors up with incredible views of the Petronas towers (barely 5 minutes away) and a swimming pool right in the middle, loads of swanky seating on the windows and a cool dance floor. Somehow the place was free to get in, even though it really seemed only the high class people of Kuala Lumpur came here, but yeah it was an absolutely awesome place and we hung around there for an hour or so before moving on to see if we could find some more busy clubs. We’d read that bukit bintang was the centre for clubbing here, so we got a cab there, and checked out a few places, but they were all either empty or just bars with a small place to dance (seems to be the norm in Asia if China taught me anything). So we asked around for where there were some actual clubs and jumped in another taxi to what’s supposed to be the hottest club in town. Unfortunately it’s also the strictest club in town and they insisted on us having id, fuck knows why, haven’t had an id check in forever, and obviously didn’t have any on me. But the guy at the door told us of a free club down the road and we walked there, Pete fell over on the way, he was absolutely wasted all night it was ridiculous. Got there and it wasn’t free to get in so we just gave up and got a cab back to china town and Pete passed out in bed around 3 and then me and Joe got some late night McDonald’s before doing the same, all in all should’ve just stayed in skybar we didn’t realise how good we had it.