There is no laundry service at the hostel and no laundromat nearby. That means I get to do sink laundry, which is OK. It worked out fine in Korea.
I picked a place close by for lunch to avoid overheating and had some seafood soup.
It's always strange when your food stares back at you. |
It looks just like the picture. |
Doesn't look like much of a wait at the "Special Clinic". |
On the way back to the hostel, I was accosted by a man insisting I needed a beautiful woman. When I replied, "I don't want a beautiful woman", he told me that little boys cost double. That's something that I didn't need to know.
Also, my hostel is on the third floor above a "massage parlor". Every time I walk up the stairs to go back to the hostel, the women inside wave at me and beckon me to come in. I have serious doubts about the quality of their "traditional Malaysian massages". Why do you need to wear a mini-skirt for a massage?
Afte retrieving my laundry, I have to kill some time before my train to Penang. I hope Penang has showers and wifi. Otherwise, I will be very dirty and incommunicado for the next 72 hours.
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