Today's post is about the trip that the Italian woman stuck in Malaysia when Rober returned to Spain for 3 weeks (What? Rober returned to Spain? Po zí, we have told you, we are in chaos!)
Here are the worst moments of my trip alone in Malaysia:
ROBER'S FAREWELL
I always wanted to travel alone but of course, traveling with another person has many positive things, so deny it! And besides, no matter how much fight we have ... we love each other! I was very sorry when he left ...
I'M ALONE
And now that? When I realized that I was really alone in India ... ains I got scared. And if a tuktuk runs over me and I die from the wounds? And if I get trapped inside the sleeper class bathroom and I die among toxic gases? And if I fall off the bunk and die from the blow? And if I kill myself and avoid all suffering?
Luck that this panic attack lasted only 5 days. Just kidding. Hours. Well ... minutes? (Hours)
FREEZE ME ON A BUS
You know, Asians like AC, but mother of beautiful love ... go to Antarctica at once and let us enjoy the warmth of the tropics! I do not exaggerate if I say that passengers risk a hypothermia. There came a point where I could hardly move our feet and we all dressed as if we were going to climb Everest when it was 30 degrees! All but one: the driver ... damn it!
THE CURSE OF THE PEPINILLO
The world is divided into two groups: those who hate and those who want the pickle in the McDonald's hamburger. Well, I am one of the first, and above extremist: what requirement is there to dirty something so clean and tasty (well to say something) with a vulgar smelly gherkin? So I ALWAYS ask without pickle. What a surprise, once on the bus, to discover that what they removed from the hamburger was the perfect slice of cheese and left the very green bastard happy in my hamburger.
THE WIFI CONNECTION
Call it Murpy's law or bad luck, but if during the whole day it went fast and well, when Rober connected it came and went, arg ... damn technology!
HAVE A GUY WHO FOLLOWED ME
At first I thought it was my thing because a little paranoid I am, why deny it. But after seeing this guy who was following me, he was ahead of me, looking at me, stopping and not following until I chose a new path, I said that paranoid yes but this one is following me! So I stopped at a 7eleven (the supermarkets that are everywhere) and zas! He also stops. I look at him sideways and see that he looks at me. I notice that I'm getting red, but what do you want from me? I keep hanging around the store and Uncle enters. O mamma mine! It follows me, I try to dodge it. Until we get together. "Hi what's your name?" “Why are you following me ???” That is what I meant. Instead, my brain suggested a “No sorriiii, Aim Italian no spiiiik inglish.”. Of course, I had to say quite loudly and altered because the boy became nervous (I even saw him a little red, and that he was black) and left the store while those present looked at him fatally.
AND ANOTHER WHO BEGAN ME ON FB
If the mothers already say it: don't talk to strangers. But if the stranger goes with his little sister the sea of nice and funny, who wants to maintain contact with you, how can I deny friendship on Facebook? Well ... I should have done it. Because the uncle, who was super friendly live, began to riddle me with messages and if I didn't answer him quickly he overwhelmed me by saying that “because you don't answer me, that if I'm pissed off with him, that if I haven't seen his messages, what made him pissing off (??)". So I told him that well, if we changed the contact of fb it was because his sister was very nice and I would have liked to maintain contact with her ... not with him, thank you very much and that bye bye. Weigh!
IN ITALY YOU ONLY EAT PASTA.
Peeerdona? We also eat pizza. And other things that I don't remember now. But you know that pasta is not just pasta ... it is pasta with tomato, with mushrooms, with zucchini, with seafood, with prawns, with vegetables, with meat, with cheese, with pesto, fresh pasta, stuffed, baked, lasagna, cannelloni, ravioli, tortellini, cappelletti, tortelloni, gnocchi, spaghetti, tagliatelle, penne, maccheroni, conchiglie, farfalle, fusilli, garganelli, bucatini, paccheri, cavatelli, orecchiette, strozzapreti, tagliolini, rigatleve, fetine, bigine, fetine, baleatoni, fetine, baleatoni, fetine, baleatoli I stand up. A bit like Bubba and the prawns.
THE BEINGS THAT LOOK (TOO MUCH)
It is normal for them to look: they have eyes and a girl who travels alone attracting attention. But jolin looking half an hour uncomfortable a little you know? I'm training a scary face, voyeurs ... what do you think?
Now, the experience traveling alone It was great and I think that everyone, at least once in a lifetime, would have to do it, another post with the “good things of traveling alone!”
