Sometimes I wonder why I do what I do. Perhaps within me, I continually seek a challenge – to learn and experience something new. I wonder if I would travel as much as I do if I did not have a guidebook.

Last night my sleep was a bit restless. It was a combination between feeling as if bugs were all over me, but there weren't any, and waking because it was cold. I used my towel but it could only cover my legs. I could have used the hotel's blanket but it was stinkin' bad and probably never washed. I would have turned off the ceiling fan, but I wanted to get my laundry dried.

At 8:00 I left to go check out the Sunday food market. I got there around 9:15 after getting lost walking in a giant circle. At the market they sold almost everything – fruits, vegetables, poultry (live and dead), fish, shellfish, t-shirts, tropical fish, dogs, no cats though, hamsters, turtles, music and videos – all knockoffs and bootlegged.

Next I went to the bus station and waited about 45 minutes for the Matang #11 bus to go to Kubah National Park. After forty minutes, I got there. This park was easy to walk around in since it had a lot of stairways. They even provided marsh bridges when it would get wet. In going to the waterfalls (75 minutes away) I didn't see anyone on the trail - kind of strange for a Sunday. (In fact I didn't see anyone on any of the trails as I must have walked about 4 or 5 kms). When I got to the waterfall that was about 30 feet high, I decided to get completely wet after doing all that hiking which had drenched my t-shirt. So getting in wasn't for wetness sake, but for refreshment's sake. So I went all the way – I stripped completely down and soaked myself in the waterfall. It was VERY refreshing. It's not anywhere and anytime that you can do it shamelessly.

When I got out of the park, my shirt was even wetter since I took a longer trail, as oppose to the paved road route. As I waited for the bus, which was to arrive about 30 minutes after I got there, an old man in a green mini-mini van pulled up and the other guy who was waiting got in and beckoned me to come. I was a little skeptical, but asked if he was going to the bus station and how much. For RM2 it was 40sen more than the bus but got me to town much quicker. The only thing I had to bear was a short detour to pick some others up, and the loud brain pounding subwoofer in the vehicle – kind of strange for a middle-aged guy to have. But for some reason I think he was trying to impress the teen to twenty-something girls in this 5 passenger mini-mini van.

In preparation to go to Indonesia the next day, I tried to buy some Indonesian rupiah, but all of the moneychangers had closed (at 6:00PM) after I had decided to go (at 9:30PM).

Another note: Light and electric switches go down to turn on.