So close!
Such a shame that they can't write "Tom Yum" correctly.
A milli, a milli, a milli!
That should be your monthly salery if you wanna go out in KL. The nightlife is not higly ranked, just higly priced...
Spoiler alert! If you travel from the Philippines you will find every city expensive. Especially the booze. Hojtaroljan med andra ord.
Well, well. Since we are here we figured that we have to make a real night out. Regardless the price. "Kosta vad det kosta vill" så att säga.
The result was kinda.. hmm.. interesting!
While I took a nap, Stolle acted kindly and went booze hunting. A bootle of cheap Polish (but of course manufactured in Malaysia?) vodka was purchased.
The taste was of course shady, not the Gray Goose type of vodka. Screw it! Or screwdriver it to be more precise. Peel fresh juice and we were on the train.
30 min later...
Bottle finished. A quick glance in the mirror (this is for you Chris) and we were off. Our first destination:
Reggae Bar - Svennebanan placet numero uno.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate reggae and Svennebanan places. But Reggae Bar have one thing - loads of people.
After we passed the guard (Why?) with a slight hand gesture a' la Tom, I noticed that he stopped everyone except us. Firmly registered them all and made them pay up. The Swedish nationality continues to pay off here. Tall and blond, tall and blond...
Inside we found an extravaganza of reggae influences. Red/green/yellow flags, Marley posters, ganja symbols and of course - a sign telling everyone to NOT do drugs. Everything in order...
After Reggae Bar we headed to the nightclub street. A steady walk for 20 min. "Skip taxi, save money" - we said to each other.
Well there the street was pumping. Sean Paul, techno and Malaysian hits mixed together in a potpourri of bad taste. Went the street up and down and hit the club Sutra - a club exactly like old Kharma in Stockholm. Or at least the same font at the logo.
Great time in there. Funny Indians and good feeling. And best of all, great DJ!
Oh, have to go now. Stolle getting grumpy, he wants to go out again. Kosta vad det kosta vill :)
See more pictures from the night here!
Spoiler alert! If you travel from the Philippines you will find every city expensive. Especially the booze. Hojtaroljan med andra ord.
Well, well. Since we are here we figured that we have to make a real night out. Regardless the price. "Kosta vad det kosta vill" så att säga.
The result was kinda.. hmm.. interesting!
While I took a nap, Stolle acted kindly and went booze hunting. A bootle of cheap Polish (but of course manufactured in Malaysia?) vodka was purchased.
The taste was of course shady, not the Gray Goose type of vodka. Screw it! Or screwdriver it to be more precise. Peel fresh juice and we were on the train.
30 min later...
Bottle finished. A quick glance in the mirror (this is for you Chris) and we were off. Our first destination:
Reggae Bar - Svennebanan placet numero uno.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate reggae and Svennebanan places. But Reggae Bar have one thing - loads of people.
After we passed the guard (Why?) with a slight hand gesture a' la Tom, I noticed that he stopped everyone except us. Firmly registered them all and made them pay up. The Swedish nationality continues to pay off here. Tall and blond, tall and blond...
Inside we found an extravaganza of reggae influences. Red/green/yellow flags, Marley posters, ganja symbols and of course - a sign telling everyone to NOT do drugs. Everything in order...
After Reggae Bar we headed to the nightclub street. A steady walk for 20 min. "Skip taxi, save money" - we said to each other.
Well there the street was pumping. Sean Paul, techno and Malaysian hits mixed together in a potpourri of bad taste. Went the street up and down and hit the club Sutra - a club exactly like old Kharma in Stockholm. Or at least the same font at the logo.
Great time in there. Funny Indians and good feeling. And best of all, great DJ!
Oh, have to go now. Stolle getting grumpy, he wants to go out again. Kosta vad det kosta vill :)
See more pictures from the night here!
Graffiti is dead, long live graffiti
There is a scene in KL. Not big, not super, but a scene.
Min Position: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Pantai Hospital - Fixing my tooth here...
There is a new gang in town
Sabah, Borneo has lots of things to offer, astonishing wildlife and breathtaking extreme activities. Unfortunetly everything happens outside Kota Kinabalu, which of course is our residence...
So what to do?
At a Tourist Office we found a leaflet about motorbikes for rent. Interesting!
We managed to track down their office and instantly fell in love with two Motocross bikes. A little bit of paper work and we were bikers.
I figured if you were a biker you obviously need a cool name. If not you cannot call yourself a biker. A dive in the thinktank and our names were done.
Andreas gonna be Henry Hård the following days. A name inspired by a song of Petter. My name obtained by coinsidence, a quick look at my jeans and I was done. You can call me.... Grim Tim.
Our route is sporadically set to this.
Day 1.
We ride out prior to noon and head towards the tip of Borneo. A 4 hour ride.
Well there we gonna watch the sunset and experience the power of the ocean. When the sun is gone, we check in at a nearby longhouse for some traditional stuff.
Day 2.
An early start and we are of to Mount Kinabalu, a large national park area with loads of things to see. I think we gonna skip the strawberry plantation, even when our travel advisor said it was a "must see". Still consider swedish strawberries to be the best so why bother?
The accomondation is set to some native hut or so.
Day 3.
We head out to face the Malaysian Headhunters (and they are not the types of headhunters you find at StepStone). If we still have our heads at our shoulders we return to Kota Kinabalu to return the bikes.
The Gang
Left: Henry Hård Right: Grim Tim
Fun facts
Model: Kawasaki KLX 150S
Engine: 150 cc four stroke
Top speed: 125 knyck
First impression: Boom chicka wow wow!
So what to do?
At a Tourist Office we found a leaflet about motorbikes for rent. Interesting!
We managed to track down their office and instantly fell in love with two Motocross bikes. A little bit of paper work and we were bikers.
I figured if you were a biker you obviously need a cool name. If not you cannot call yourself a biker. A dive in the thinktank and our names were done.
Andreas gonna be Henry Hård the following days. A name inspired by a song of Petter. My name obtained by coinsidence, a quick look at my jeans and I was done. You can call me.... Grim Tim.
Our route is sporadically set to this.
Day 1.
We ride out prior to noon and head towards the tip of Borneo. A 4 hour ride.
Well there we gonna watch the sunset and experience the power of the ocean. When the sun is gone, we check in at a nearby longhouse for some traditional stuff.
Day 2.
An early start and we are of to Mount Kinabalu, a large national park area with loads of things to see. I think we gonna skip the strawberry plantation, even when our travel advisor said it was a "must see". Still consider swedish strawberries to be the best so why bother?
The accomondation is set to some native hut or so.
Day 3.
We head out to face the Malaysian Headhunters (and they are not the types of headhunters you find at StepStone). If we still have our heads at our shoulders we return to Kota Kinabalu to return the bikes.
The Gang
Left: Henry Hård Right: Grim Tim
Fun facts
Model: Kawasaki KLX 150S
Engine: 150 cc four stroke
Top speed: 125 knyck
First impression: Boom chicka wow wow!
Jelly fish season
This morning we decided to do some snorkeling. Kota Kinabalu City is not knowned for its beutiful beaches so we had to take a boat to find some fish.
Our choice fell at Sapi Island, a national park who everyone recommended.
20 min with speed boat we where ashore. I litteraly run to the water with my snorkel. Being in a city with no chance to swim is frustrating when it is 30 degrees outside.
Well in the water I found a great marine life. Loads of fishes playing around me, not afraid at all. Before I ran in the water I spoke briefly with the lifeguard. He warned me about jelly fishes but said that they were easy to spot cause of their yellow color.
After 5 min of snorkeling I felt a rudely sting at my thigh, turned around an saw nothing. A couple meters of swimming and another sting... But no jelly fish in sight. The only thing I could see was this yellow seaweed stuff floating around.
I continued swimming but so did the stings. I gave up when my chin felt like it was on fire, bursted up from the water with cyclop and flippers flapping all over.
Back at the beach, my skin itched like hell. Burning feeling followed by pain and then itchy again. What the fuck just happened?
I went back to my towel and passed the lifeguard.
- Jelly bugs?
He asked me with a smile.
- What?
I replied.
- Jelly bugs. Lots of them. In the water. It burns?
He answered.
- Hell yeah! What is it?
I replied, now kinda upset.
The lifeguard started explain that there was plenty of so called "Jelly bugs"in the water. Not as harsh like jelly fishes but still annoying as hell.
He gave me a bottle of vinegar to wash the rashes.
- This helps.
He said.
I fucking hate vineger. The smell of it makes me vomit. And now I should take a bath in it! And put it on my face aswell. Fuck....
After 3 hours the rashes stopped hurting. This is my leg...
Enough of complaining. We started explore the island and found this:
Godzilla!!!
Happy again. I love lizzard. Especially the ones in this size.
Look at the scars on the tail. This one is a fighter!
So. They trip to Sapi turned out great after all. Thanks to the Godzillas laying around.
Our choice fell at Sapi Island, a national park who everyone recommended.
20 min with speed boat we where ashore. I litteraly run to the water with my snorkel. Being in a city with no chance to swim is frustrating when it is 30 degrees outside.
Well in the water I found a great marine life. Loads of fishes playing around me, not afraid at all. Before I ran in the water I spoke briefly with the lifeguard. He warned me about jelly fishes but said that they were easy to spot cause of their yellow color.
After 5 min of snorkeling I felt a rudely sting at my thigh, turned around an saw nothing. A couple meters of swimming and another sting... But no jelly fish in sight. The only thing I could see was this yellow seaweed stuff floating around.
I continued swimming but so did the stings. I gave up when my chin felt like it was on fire, bursted up from the water with cyclop and flippers flapping all over.
Back at the beach, my skin itched like hell. Burning feeling followed by pain and then itchy again. What the fuck just happened?
I went back to my towel and passed the lifeguard.
- Jelly bugs?
He asked me with a smile.
- What?
I replied.
- Jelly bugs. Lots of them. In the water. It burns?
He answered.
- Hell yeah! What is it?
I replied, now kinda upset.
The lifeguard started explain that there was plenty of so called "Jelly bugs"in the water. Not as harsh like jelly fishes but still annoying as hell.
He gave me a bottle of vinegar to wash the rashes.
- This helps.
He said.
I fucking hate vineger. The smell of it makes me vomit. And now I should take a bath in it! And put it on my face aswell. Fuck....
After 3 hours the rashes stopped hurting. This is my leg...
Enough of complaining. We started explore the island and found this:
Godzilla!!!
Happy again. I love lizzard. Especially the ones in this size.
Look at the scars on the tail. This one is a fighter!
So. They trip to Sapi turned out great after all. Thanks to the Godzillas laying around.
Nytt Malaysiskt telefonnummer
Mitt mobilnummer fram till den 24 februari:
0060 10 95 33 690
0060 10 95 33 690
Padan (inte Pagrotsky)
Vojne, vojne. Now we gone completely local. Ash found a boyfriend in Boracay and took of for a couple of days. She came back 3 days later totally gobsmacked.
"You guys must go their", was her words, so of course we did.
A 30 min boat ride later we were in Padan. An island not far from Boracay, but real far from tourists and civilisation.
A tricycle took us to JC's aunts house. Oh, by the way, JC is the boyfriend, a cool guy who always wears a cowboy hat. That may seem a little bit lame but he have guns, climb coconut trees, fish and make his own rice from scratch. So, he is cool... and the Phillipino MacGyver. Litterally.
Well there we found out that there was no water and crappy electricity. So a shower equals a bucket. But don't worry, the take real good care of us. Every meal is served with their own rice, fresh fish from the ocean, grilled over a coconut shell fire. And it is delicious, wait and see for the picture upload.
Bye for now, I will upload some pictures with explanations real soon. Keep updated.
"You guys must go their", was her words, so of course we did.
A 30 min boat ride later we were in Padan. An island not far from Boracay, but real far from tourists and civilisation.
A tricycle took us to JC's aunts house. Oh, by the way, JC is the boyfriend, a cool guy who always wears a cowboy hat. That may seem a little bit lame but he have guns, climb coconut trees, fish and make his own rice from scratch. So, he is cool... and the Phillipino MacGyver. Litterally.
Well there we found out that there was no water and crappy electricity. So a shower equals a bucket. But don't worry, the take real good care of us. Every meal is served with their own rice, fresh fish from the ocean, grilled over a coconut shell fire. And it is delicious, wait and see for the picture upload.
Bye for now, I will upload some pictures with explanations real soon. Keep updated.
Min Position: Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia
Rensar fisk i Manilla
Me and Andreas took a break from our ordinary night activities and headed to the Casino. First I thougth of skipping playing because the rake was 10%! Ridicolous.
But after a while I figured that I probably had an EV+ for 20-30%, so what the hell. The blinds where 50-100 so I bougth in for 10 000 Phillipino money and began to work.
A couple of hours later I had 14 450 and called it a day. 4 450 PHP is only 800 SEK but they will last 4 days here.
So, basically, I'm rich now. Sort of.
Bye
But after a while I figured that I probably had an EV+ for 20-30%, so what the hell. The blinds where 50-100 so I bougth in for 10 000 Phillipino money and began to work.
A couple of hours later I had 14 450 and called it a day. 4 450 PHP is only 800 SEK but they will last 4 days here.
So, basically, I'm rich now. Sort of.
Bye
Sunburn vs. pale white
Eller Tom vs. Stolle 1-0
Min Position: San Fernando, Filippinerna
Min Position: Boracay, Filippinerna
Min Position: Manila, Filippinerna
The Beach Boys
Jello. We are in San Fernando, a surf resort 7 hours by bus from Manilla.
I tried surfing and that shit is hazardous! I'm totally bruised up. The waves is not that big, maybe 1-1.5 m high. But they are extremly powerful. Once a wave catch your board you set of with an incredible speed.
Bye for now
/Tom
I tried surfing and that shit is hazardous! I'm totally bruised up. The waves is not that big, maybe 1-1.5 m high. But they are extremly powerful. Once a wave catch your board you set of with an incredible speed.
Bye for now
/Tom
Snorkeling Tour
We decided to do something for a change. Snorkeling sounded nice so we went for a 6 hour trip around the islands. Saw some Angelfishes and other stuff. The whole thing was kinda neat.
See the pictures from the trip here
See the pictures from the trip here
Språkbarriären
Hej. Det ar sjukt jobbigt att skriva med endast tjugofem bokstaver. So from now on I will write in English.
Bye!
Bye!
Jumbo Hostel (1:a bilderna)
Alright! Har kommer lite bilder fran forsta natten pa Jumbo Hostel vid Arlanda. Kul upplevelse att sova i en 747. Tack mamma!
Se fler bilder har
Se fler bilder har
Drogad och überglad
Stackars Chris blev drogad pa en nattklubb i Boracay. Nagon la ner nan sort svamp i hans drink och efter det blev han helflummig.
Som tur var bade jag och Lisa med sa vi redde ut situationen. Han fick helt sonika lagga sig pa stranden och titta pa stjarnorna. Nagot som han var valdigt lycklig over, han log konstant i 30 min.
Efter att fargerna pa himlen borjat avta sa gick vi hem.
Det hela later kanske livsfarligt men for att vara arlig sa var det faktiskt inte sa farligt. Chris blev glad och skratta at stjarnorna ett tag medan vi vaktade honom.
Don't do drugs kids.
Som tur var bade jag och Lisa med sa vi redde ut situationen. Han fick helt sonika lagga sig pa stranden och titta pa stjarnorna. Nagot som han var valdigt lycklig over, han log konstant i 30 min.
Efter att fargerna pa himlen borjat avta sa gick vi hem.
Det hela later kanske livsfarligt men for att vara arlig sa var det faktiskt inte sa farligt. Chris blev glad och skratta at stjarnorna ett tag medan vi vaktade honom.
Don't do drugs kids.
Vem behöver en kamera egentligen?
Newsflash! Det är tydligen inte alls bra att simma med sin kameran...
Finns det inga kvalitetsprodukter längre?
Finns det inga kvalitetsprodukter längre?
Kim Jong-il bjussar på några bärs
Jag gick förbi en bar för några dagar sedan och blev indragen av ett gäng personer. De visade sig vara Koreaner hela bunten. Som förra inlägget sa så verkar utseendet vara till en fördel här och därför blir man bjuden på öl.
Efter en presentationsrunda visade det sig att de var semestrande kitesurfare. Tydligen är Koreanerna pretty täta här, de åker till Boracay och beter sig som svenskar på chartersemester.
Efter den obligatoriska politikdiskussionen så fick man reda på att det antagligen var den andliga ledare (inte den från Götet) som stod för kalaset. En av killarna var Kim Jong-il anhängare av något slag.
Politiskt korekt eller inte, kul var det.
Peace!
Efter en presentationsrunda visade det sig att de var semestrande kitesurfare. Tydligen är Koreanerna pretty täta här, de åker till Boracay och beter sig som svenskar på chartersemester.
Efter den obligatoriska politikdiskussionen så fick man reda på att det antagligen var den andliga ledare (inte den från Götet) som stod för kalaset. En av killarna var Kim Jong-il anhängare av något slag.
Politiskt korekt eller inte, kul var det.
Peace!
Handsome - tall and blonde?
Hej, vi lever igen,
Tydligen är det ganska schysst att vara tjacksmal och över 1,80. Folk från olika länder kommer hela tiden fram och vill fotografera sig med en eller ger komplimanger. Lite annorlunda än Sverige, de kommer fram och typ "You handsome. Picture?"
Självklart ställer man upp men om någon månad lär man hamna i en hel del fotoalbum.
Tydligen är det ganska schysst att vara tjacksmal och över 1,80. Folk från olika länder kommer hela tiden fram och vill fotografera sig med en eller ger komplimanger. Lite annorlunda än Sverige, de kommer fram och typ "You handsome. Picture?"
Självklart ställer man upp men om någon månad lär man hamna i en hel del fotoalbum.
