after an absolutely hellish trip, i find myself in kuala lumpur again. this time i don't dislike it as much, partly because i'm only staying one night, partly because i've found a lovely hostel called eight, very nice (it's a sort of elite hostel, nice furniture, clean sheets, sink in the room, a/c, etc.).
met a lovely canadian (hello dietrich if you're reading...!) in banda aceh and then medan so the wait wasn't boring like i thought it would be. it's a shame that i then had to queue for my entry stamp for an hour and for a taxi another half hour. eurgh. and then of course the first two hostels i went to were full. oh well.
i'm happy now though: i am wearing a miniskirt and a short-sleeve top, and i've just had a lovely indian dinner (with the added luxury of mango lassi, yummy).
i could tell you how sad i was this morning, and how i started crying when philippa did, and how hard it was to say goodbye to n. knowing what i know; but maybe it's better if i don't think about it and just enjoy what is to come.
i think what i wrote to my parents is true: if sometimes this sort of sadness is not very nice, i hope it will happen to me again, because it can only happen when something important happens in my life, when i meet special people.
tomorrow morning at 10 i will be on a flight to siem reap. temples... wow.