I decide AirBnB is the way to go, I find a cheap place, the pics look like what I need, a bed, a shower and a lockable door.
That gets booked and then I jump on the plane.
I arrive with instructions from AirBnB to get the bus and a taxi.
Done, but I get ripped of by the taxi, wasn't bothered, I'd made it to my hostel.
I arrive and drop my stuff, check out my abode for the week and am very satisfied, with my meagre dwelling, any more would have been a luxury, any less would have been a dive.
I ask a fellow hosteler where I get the bus, he points me in the right direction and I jet, once on, I memorise each stop and tree and coffee shop so I can do it again tomorrow, I make it to near enough the center of town and call Steph (Visa friend)
She comes to find me and gives me the tour of Chinatown (it ain't like the one in Liverpool), it's more or less a covered market selling everything you could ever need, with food courts abound also. I immediately loved it and knew it would be my central point for my stay.
We eat Rat Tail noodles, delicious.
I buy Durian, not realising it was Durian (AKA jack fruit) and that I'd had it on pizza once, and also it's disgusting, on or off pizza it shouldn't be eaten or smelled, but I was told it's what you do on arrival as a tourist.
We'd just eaten so in my bag it goes and we head round doing the sights, not many but it passed a few hours.
We decide on a taxi to a slightly out of town place for 'Banana Leaf Rice', amazing, best food on the holiday, it's so choice, if you have the means I highly recommend picking one up.
Down the road where we meet Steph's friends who are all delightful, so much so that a fellow Brit pays for all the wine we'd been drinking and leaves us with Steph's other friends, we laugh, we tell stories, we drink and the night is a success and none of them get offended when I say how young they all look.
All is well, ight until I open my bag and the four woman cry out in unison; 'Who's got Durian?!'
Oh that would be me, so I throw it in the bin realising that not only should I not have left it in my bag, but I should never have bought it in the first place.
Later, apparently they bundle me into a taxi and I make it happily back to my place.
That gets booked and then I jump on the plane.
I arrive with instructions from AirBnB to get the bus and a taxi.
Done, but I get ripped of by the taxi, wasn't bothered, I'd made it to my hostel.
I arrive and drop my stuff, check out my abode for the week and am very satisfied, with my meagre dwelling, any more would have been a luxury, any less would have been a dive.
I ask a fellow hosteler where I get the bus, he points me in the right direction and I jet, once on, I memorise each stop and tree and coffee shop so I can do it again tomorrow, I make it to near enough the center of town and call Steph (Visa friend)
She comes to find me and gives me the tour of Chinatown (it ain't like the one in Liverpool), it's more or less a covered market selling everything you could ever need, with food courts abound also. I immediately loved it and knew it would be my central point for my stay.
We eat Rat Tail noodles, delicious.
I buy Durian, not realising it was Durian (AKA jack fruit) and that I'd had it on pizza once, and also it's disgusting, on or off pizza it shouldn't be eaten or smelled, but I was told it's what you do on arrival as a tourist.
We'd just eaten so in my bag it goes and we head round doing the sights, not many but it passed a few hours.
We decide on a taxi to a slightly out of town place for 'Banana Leaf Rice', amazing, best food on the holiday, it's so choice, if you have the means I highly recommend picking one up.
Down the road where we meet Steph's friends who are all delightful, so much so that a fellow Brit pays for all the wine we'd been drinking and leaves us with Steph's other friends, we laugh, we tell stories, we drink and the night is a success and none of them get offended when I say how young they all look.
All is well, ight until I open my bag and the four woman cry out in unison; 'Who's got Durian?!'
Oh that would be me, so I throw it in the bin realising that not only should I not have left it in my bag, but I should never have bought it in the first place.
Later, apparently they bundle me into a taxi and I make it happily back to my place.