Night Shift

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
It's 04:00am and I'm sitting at the reception desk.
I'm on the night shift. 

Piano nocturnes play in the background.
Chinese guy is sleeping in the laundry on pieces of cardboard.

Just a regular night at the hostel I suppose.

I've been staying in KL for almost three weeks now and I've been slowly transforming my lifestyle into that of a true traveller. By that I mean spending half my time doing jack shit and reading about Buddhism. 

I didn't even think Jack Kerourac's 'Dharm Bums' was that good but somehow it seems to have influenced my thinking without me realising it. Here I am in the early hours of the morning basically writing stream of consciousness pieces which just seems to spill out of my mind like poo exiting my body.  It costs nothing and basically everybody can do it; some more than others.

I think that once you spend a certain period of time 'on the road' (no pun intended), your perspective on life changes somewhat. At some point you make the switch from 'a person who is travelling' to 'traveller'. The difference being that the former is taking a period of time out from their typical routine back home to travel somewhere for a defined period of time, whereas the latter is where it becomes a lifestyle with no defined closure.  It's quite easy to distinguish one from the other.  The former doesn't spend 6 weeks in Kuala Lumpur or wake up at 3pm and eat breakfast cereal before spending the rest of the day playing the guitar and watching 'Who is America'.


At least I'm not writing poetry.


I'm going to try and pull out a banger in the next few days. It's about time I produced something decent for a change.

For now here's a little game I made up.
It's called: 'Spot the woman' - A physical depiction of gender ratios on Tinder

It's like where's Wally except you're trying to find the woman. (She's hiding in one of the images)