Adventures in KL

On December 20th I took a flight to Kuala Lumpur. I guess at this point you'd ask me a question: why did you leave sunny Bali? Well for the citizens of Ukraine visa free stay in Indonesia is for 30 days, thus I had to leave the country. Another thing, the hotel where I'll work (hopefully soon) asked me to make a visa (not the tourist type), which I could get at the embassy in KL. The problem was that I had to wait for the document (kind of an invitation) made by an agent. Nobody knew when it'd be ready.

Eh...I arrived in KL at night, I felt like I was in a horror movie – that's how Chinatown looked at midnight: creepy people, some of them were trying to talk to me, tons of rubbish,...finally..hostel. (Have you ever stayed in a room for 12 people?). Chit-chat with a  friendly receptionist. Conversations usually help me feel better.

Chinatown

A new day. For me, Kuala Lumpur is like a prison – a few places to see, weird people around, the food is avarage (restaurants are full of weirdos, how could I eat there?). And the main thing, which makes me uncomfortable – I don't feel safe here! (How would you feel hearing "hi, sexy girl!" all the time?)

Luckily, I got the invitation on the 3rd day, went to the Indonesian embassy (it was after 1pm when they didn't accept the documents, but I was very nice :) So they looked at my passport, then checked the invitation, and....didn't accept it! Because it was addressed to the Indonesian embassy in Ukraine. Holy cow! Just imagine how mad I was at my employer and the agent. They all knew, where I'd be applying for a visa, and made this silly mistake (I couldn't forgive). (Oh I have to say, that the process took around 2 weeks, it started when I was in Bali). I contacted my employer to correct the document. They told me it would take 3-4 days. Waiting again.....What shall I do?

The moment when I was lost, frustrated, unsafe, lonely, ....all of a sudden, I met Him, the one who saved me. It was like a nice dream!

My favourite "place of interest"

I was repeating myself a mantra: shut up, and savor happiness. ("Blessed are those, who have a soulmate to travel with",– I thought).

What I couldn't expect – I felt like He was an answer to my question, a direction, that I was looking for for a long time! Now I think I know where I should be....

While I was on cloud nine, I've got a new document for my visa. I read it, and....found a mistake! In my first name! Shit! Another thing, it was not an invitation I got before, but a sponsorship letter, which according to my employer had only 50% chance to be approved by the embassy.

I went there today with tears in my eyes. (unpleasant thing happened just before visa application).

Tomorrow I'm getting my passport back. And at night will fly to Bali. I've contacted a guest house (I stayed at before), that I'd come, and found out – they're fully booked. Yes, I'm "lucky". ​Sounds like a new adventure......Will I spend the next few nights on the beach?...Or will another wonder happen?.....