Malaysia was a relax for us. Our main goal was to avoid crowds of tourists (especially local ones), and we more or less accomplished it.
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From the very beginning, palms accompanied our every single step. Not the beautiful coconut palms, but the small, wide and ugly ones because of which they burn down rainforests.
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One of the country’s biggest attractions (right after tea plantations) are strawberry fields. Seriously. Strawberries. They never saw strawberries.
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We swam with sardines. Millions of sardines.
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We saw tucans in the wild. And that’s much better than monkeys.
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Thanks to the oil giant Petronas, Malaysia is a developed country, only if it wasn’t for the corruption.
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Malaysia is a Muslim state full of bans. In addition to alcohol, it is forbidden to store pork or durian in the fridge, you can not kiss on the street, and for sure you can not have sex in the hostel.
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The Malayans seem to be so childish. They are not Koreans, but they are close.
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Dari does not like it here that much. Muslims are not allowed to have dogs, they have only the stupid cats.
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The capital is the opposite of the rest of the country. It is one of the few big cities where we´ll happily return. Luxury is available also for backpackers here.
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We bathed in the pool at the top of a skyscraper.
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Had an afternoon tea party at Intercontinental. (Dom bought a new shirt for that.)
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Saw with our own eyes how they serve ice cream into a roll. And then they eat it.
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We avoided the mass tourism, but despite all our efforts, we sometimes ended up in the middle of the sea surrounded by hundreds of Chinese. Literally.
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