{"id":683,"date":"2014-05-25T01:06:13","date_gmt":"2014-05-25T01:06:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yellowfeverhots.com\/?p=683"},"modified":"2021-04-08T10:09:08","modified_gmt":"2021-04-08T10:09:08","slug":"back-from-paradise-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yellowfeverhots.com\/yellow-articles\/back-from-paradise-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Back from paradise – Part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"
So, I barely made it out of Manila… Due to a missed flight during the course of my trip, Malaysia Airlines had cancelled all my return flights. Kind of classic, but instead of having a hissy fit at the airport, I was just like: ‘You know what? I don’t give a damn anymore. I’ll just stay here for a few more weeks then’<\/em>. After all, the check-in desk girl was way too sweet to have a go at her… In hindsight though, this was almost the tip of the iceberg in regards to a few mishaps that I ran into along the way, but more on that later.<\/p>\n This is my recap on some of the key events I experienced while being out in paradise<\/em>. My first stop was Kuala Lumpur<\/strong> where I stayed for a few days in order to catch up with some mates. Then I would continue my journey to Manila and from there do a bit of Pagsanjan Falls<\/strong>, Puerto Galera<\/strong> and finally the absolute mind blast, Boracay<\/strong>, which you can read up on in Part 2 of this series<\/a>.<\/p>\n It’s been almost 5 years I haven’t breathed Asian air, so I was already sweating with Yellow Fever. Once I exited that big ass of a plane, the Airbus 380, I could literally smell the difference in the air. Finally, I was back again and couldn’t wait to hit the streets. Kuala Lumpur was more of a blur though<\/strong>, so don’t expect too many insights, as I was trying to pack everything I could into the few days I was there. Also my mates made sure to show me a good time and so they did. In fact, so good, that on my departure day I woke up five past ten in the morning. My flight to Manila was scheduled for 10:30. Damn, was I gutted!<\/strong> I was going to stay up for the night, but obviously I didn’t manage and just crashed out. Maybe it was due to the disappointment, hence the street restaurant where we had some early morning hangover food, packed me the wrong doggy bag! Instead of some more luscious Malaysian food I opened a bag of lemons.<\/p>\n Where’s my duck and noodles?! I couldn’t believe my eyes…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n In fact I couldn’t wait to make it down to the Philippines. I would have had a full day to hang out, but missing my flight meant booking another one from a different airport and scheduled for the evening. So much for drinking until you cannot wake up in time. Then I felt like a real lemon myself. Apart from having dedicated most of my Kuala Lumpur days to beers and Flaming Lamborghini’s, the one thing that really annoyed me though, was the security concerns<\/strong>.<\/p>\nIt certainly was about time!<\/h2>\n
From machetes to smashed car windows and coma patients…<\/h2>\n