the fruits were amazing. although if anyone has ever tried a durian fruit (the spiky one in the rear), you might disagree. the locals say it tastes like heaven and smells like hell; i thought it both tasted and smelled like shit...
as if the trip wasn't good enough, chiew and minna treated megan and myself to some golf through the jungle. i'm about to tee off on a course designed by a sultan
we also made a trip to melaka, the birthplace of malaysia and on the namesake straights of melaka, where ships are slowed to such a rate that piracy is still alive and well. arrrhhh you scurvy scalawags!
it was a great night filled with aussie's and craziness. though there was one camera stolen and a certain member in our group passed out on the side of the road at around 2:00. he rebounded though and went home with some unknown ladies, yikes.
here are some friends we met in both taman negara and the cameron highlands. if you walk too quickly, there really is a whole world to miss, like this stick insect.
i'm a displaced Boulderite now gallivanting in japan, trying to figure out what the hell to do for the rest of my life. if you have any good suggestions, tasukete kudasai