Malaysia, the country where we never arrive ...

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  Malaysia: Peninsula and Borneo - July 2006

The famous night train finally arrived at Songai Kolok, at the border. With a lot of delay, for an obscure story of locomotive failure. It is the guy in charge of my wagon who informed me, since I began to get impatient a little, this morning, around 10:30, supposed time of the arrival, in front of the endless string of stations of which none was Songai Kolok.

"Songai Kolok? No! Two hours delay ... Problem with locomotive. " Malaysia, the country where we never arrive ...

Around 8am, on the platform of Hat Yai station, the big city of South Thailand. There is still more than four hours to reach Songai Kolok, the border town with Malaysia ...

Charitable, I went to warn the little couple of Norwegians in the wagon next door. I had sympathized with them the day before, on the platform, waiting for the train. They too go to the islands Perhentian.

Long, long way, so. In the early morning, everyone emerged from behind the small blue curtains that hide the bunks. I then discovered the heads of the people I had slept with. They looked a little cooler than me ... I was hot, despite the fan. Not much conversation, then (hard, the barrage of language), but exchanges of big smiles that compensate.

My neighbors, two young women, have bought glutinous rice and chicken for breakfast from the street vendors who go up and down at each stop. They offer me nicely, but no thanks, no way ... In the rising heat, with the air badly stirred by the fan, I do not feel very hungry. I'm content with a infamous Nescafe instead.

A few hours later, when I learned that we would not be Songai Kolok Before noon and a half, I regretted not having done like them. Especially since, of course, there was no longer a single street vendor in the area.

The countryside scrolls. The stations follow the stations. And I simmer in my juice, I dream of a shower. It will not be for now!

  Malaysia: Peninsula and Borneo - July 2006

  1. I hope it's not too hard for you to feed your blog with fresh news. You take that, not without humor, like holiday homework, but precisely ...
    Wherever you are and whatever you do, take advantage of your free time, it is such a precious commodity!

  2. Rennes by 34 ° C ...
    8:10 p.m.. The city is deserted, stunned by the heat. A few hordes of blue-and-white supporters roam the streets in search of a giant screen to watch the France Brazil match. The whole country is in suspense. You would hate ...
    Bubble well in Asia, far from all that, Titbulle! With a little luck, nobody talks about the World where you are. Even with Internet ...

  3. In response to the comment of Pascale: you want to laugh, everyone here is talking about that, the World! The Malays love football. On the Malaysian Airlines plane, on the way out, the captain even made a special announcement to give us the latest results. And when I am asked where I am from and what I say I am French, everything the world tells me about Zidane and goes from his comment on the Blues ...

    Last night, on the island of Perhentian Kecil, where I am, some have been watching until 3am (time difference required) to see the game. And this morning, the breakfast, the restaurant guy, knowing me French, was happy to announce me the score. No, I tell you, impossible to escape, even on an island at the other end of the world!

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