After a day of mild relaxation mixed with a bit of wandering I picked up my bags from the hostel and made my way to meet Ash. His family lives on the west side of town so we had a bit of a MRT ride before arriving. I was a little nervous, weird because I'd couchsurfed and stayed with dozens of strangers throughout my travels, but something was different about going to a friends home. Likely the root of my nerves though was that Ash's family is quite traditional Muslims, an aura Ash does not emit, and I didn't want to offend them in any way. Ash had already told me I'd be sharing a room with his sister, which I also felt bad about, as I hadn't intended on invading her space.
It had been years since my first brief visit to this small country, and after continually promising my friend Ash I would come and visit, I finally followed through, it only took me three years. I had enjoyed myself the first time, but never had a good reason to return, however that changed after meeting Ash. Our story goes back to my first visit to Pai, where our paths crossed thanks to a mutual friend Amy and while we drifted far apart after those few days we always made a valiant effort at staying in touch.
I finally decided it was time to leave Kuching and continue with my travel plans. Despite hearing the city would eat my money in a hurry I thought I'd better make a stop in Singapore while I was so close. The flight was smooth and I was soon on the MRT en route to the next place I would call home for two days. Singapore was definitely a place I wanted to take advantage of Couchsurfing, considering the cost of everything in that city is double if not triple that in Malaysia. Thankfully I found a host close to the MRT and not far from downtown, then again the entire country is only so big