“Uuuuuaaaaaarrrrggghhhh”
“What are you doing in there? “, Katja asks.
“Muuaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh”, is all I can muster as a respons.
Something is rotten in the state of Humongen. Another barf and I’m finished, for now at least. It’s 03:15 and I have just been puking my heart out. This is not good, all the time were going to the airport in a few hours. I lay awake and feel the thunder working it’s “magic” in my belly.
Suddenly it’s time to run to the bathroom again. Shit, literally, but first another round of driving the porcelain bus. Oh, this is gonna be a fun day.
The breakfast arrives at 5 sharp. Katja took her share, I ate a strawberry and two spoonfuls of yogurt. Shouldn’t have done that!
Easy check out, nice ride to the airport where our driver was very chatty. A few “facts” straight from the bottom of the heart here,:
– Malaysia is a great country but has a bad leader. He told the people, in a public speech, that they are lazy and stupid. Guess he don’t want re-election.
– Most of the people in Malaysia is very tolerant. There are no quarrels between religions and everyone lives side by side.
– The Chinese are taking all the big business in Malaysia and uses dummy CEO’s of Malay origin. They only get to sign the papers so the companies are formally run by locals. All the power and all of the labor force is held and done by the Chinese. And mind you, our driver is off Chinese origin, but fifth generation born in Kuala Lumpur.
– The mafia problem is now mostly consisting of Indian people. Under- educated people are losing their jobs and move into the cities. Hungry poor and stupid makes for a dangerous combination.

The airport was brand new, it opened in May this year. We checked in, paid a lot more notice to the gate information this time, and headed towards the gate. We exchanged what Ringis we had to Hong Kong dollars and just waited.
We left on time and landed on time. As of now I had still eaten a strawberry and had about 1 dl of Coca Cola. Pretty low on energy right now.

We spent some time in the airport to get everything sorted. HF has given us a good description for what and how that needed to be done, but I must admit my mind is really working on underdrive right now.
We finally had it all under control and moved toward the bus. The apartment we are lucky enough to borrow is very close to the airport, only 15-20 min bus ride.

HF had not gotten anyone to hand over the key to us, so we had to”break open” his mail box to get in. Luckily no-one saw us fiddling with it as we retrieved the key.
As soon as we got in the apartment I collapsed in the bed and passed out. Katja went to the super market while I tried to recover a bit of my strength. I slept for about two hours and woke when she came back. I was better and managed to keep down the chicken she had brought home.

We spent the evening in the apartment and watched a little tv while working to keep the food in check. At around 21:00 I feel asleep again and hope for a better day tomorrow.