konichiwa

Trynna figure things out here, everything comes up in Japanese, probably cause I'm in Japan. I arrived yesterday, hoped it would be a little cooler, not as sweaty as Malaysia though. I went to the supermarket to get some stuff, the woman there starts full speed Japanese at me, I figured out she was asking about a bag, so I managed to say the word for one, which I later found out was wrong, supposed to use some kind of counter word. It seems like no one speaks english here, which is pretty cool.
Getting out of Singapore was a sweaty time, the guy at the airport told me I had 38kg of stuff, but it's ok this time....But when I after I checked in my bags I realised I stunk like a chronic sweat hog, and my shirts were all in the bags. So I went into the perfume shop at the airport and started trying on all the perfumes, the girls working there just looked and tried to give me those little bits of paper you're supposed to spray it on. The plan didn't really work, it just meant that certain parts of me smelt like a mixture of sweat and various aftershaves, while the rest of me just smelt.
I have to write about the trip from Kuala Lumpur to Singapore, I don't wanna sound like a whiner, but it was something. I carried my stuff to the bus stop, which was only about 400m, but it's so hot that the sweat was running down my face and filling up my eyes, thing is I wasn't exerting myself that much. When I got to the bus stop I was a bit irritated, then there was chaos with the buses everywhere. I found my bus and went to get on, then the driver just stood there shaking his head and pointing at the bus, refusing to look at my ticket. So I got on, then he came to tell me not to hang my stuff from the curtains and to put it in the compartment up the top, though he refused to use any english, just pointing, I was saying I understand, then he opened the compartment and hit me in the head with the door, so I told him to fuck off. Anyway, settin the scene here. Coz then I got comfortable in my seat, and was eating some chips, when someone came on and said we had to change buses, so I took my 38kgs of shit to another bus and got on that and made myself comfortable, on the way I tried to get someone to look at my ticket, but they still refused. After a few minutes another mong get's on and tells us to switch again, back to the first bus, so I get on and yell at the driver some more, and some other random characters standing around.
Then the bus was ready, late by now, so it seems they wait around to keep us an even whole hour late, and fit on all the people who would've caught the bus an hour later. The bus get's going, I think he doesn't want to turn on the airconditioner, cause it's hot... And finally to piss me off we get abandoned at the Singapore border, and have to make are own way into the city with public transport, guess I bought a ticket to Singapore, didn't say where in Singapore, 1 metre over the border is enough....
This is too long, no one will read this far. My last meal in Singapore was good though, a met a drunk　Indian who talked at me, mostly it was about various hookers and strip clubs. But every tale began with a country "Canada, yes I was there, very nice, I went to Montreal, very nice, I had sex with 3 girls there, black, with huge boobs....." Then it was another city, different type of girls, I got my camera out and filmed him, he had no idea...