Let me premise this post by explaining the title: I believe that the word “hate” is a very powerful word and should only be used in extreme circumstances. 🙂
I woke up early (11am) to go into the city to get some much-needed mosquito repellant. I guess Malaysia, particularly the state of Sabah (where I am), still has a significant amount of malaria-carrying mosquitos. I Googled malaria symptoms and treatments all night and decided that prevention would be my best bet. I don’t really feel like dealing with possible coma, brain damage, or death. I also picked up a few knick-knacks for my family, which I will be sending home soon.
Then I made my way back to my hostel, changed into my suit, and walked down to the beach. Right as I was about to lay down, it started to rain. It wasn’t a downpour, but it was just enough to make me pack up and go home. On the bright side, I got to have a nice run in the rain.
On my way back, I noticed a field with a swingset. Naturally, I diverted the end of my run so that I could go play. It was difficult to get a good swing in, as the seat of the swing was about one foot from the ground. My swinging consisted of me holding my legs in a straight position (great quad workout) and using my arms to propel myself (decent shoulder/bi workout). I felt like a kid again.
One thing that I have noticed about Malaysia, or at least the area I’m in, is that men are very forward when it comes to yelling out their window, whistling, honking, or even just slowing their car to almost a dead stop so that they can get a good look. I promise that I’m not trying to toot my own horn–this could happen to anyone. I’m going to assume that it has something to do wih the fact that the majority of the people here are Muslim, so you don’t see a lot of skin, if any at all. Bring in a foreigner wearing shoots, flip flops, and a t-shirt, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for car honking, staring and whistling!
Here’s to hoping that my last day in Malaysia is malaria-free and sunny!