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The next day the 4 of us(hungover) went to the bus station to go to the Cameron Highlands. This is where we met our second tag along, Dave. Dave like Adam had been travelling on his own and ended up coming with us as he was heading in the same direction anyway. After a long coach journey winding up the mountainside we made it. We found accommodation in a family run lodge and slept on matresses in tiny box shaped rooms. None of us were short enough to come close to standing up in these cramped conditions, not even Ian, it was that ridiculous!
We had a few hours to kill in the afternoon so we decided to walk to a local waterfall which was reccommended to us by various locals. However, the half hour walk took us two as we had completerly forgotten to look for a map. This was a problem, and coupled with the fact we were all men and thus couldn't break the man-code and as for directions! Eventually Jack, being the most womanly of the bunch, gave in and asked. After our unnecessarily epic journey we arrived at the waterfall which was a bit of an anticlimax as it was covered in rubbish and was pretty miniature.
That night we decided to get an early night because the following day we were doing our first jungle trek. We woke the next morning early doors and headed out on our trek. This was a very cool hike, taking us over tea plantations before entering the dense undergrowth of the rainforest. The hike itself was only a couple of clicks as the bird flies, however, because the trail became so steep it took us a fair few hours. The last 40 minutes of the climb in was particularly fun and challenging as it was at a near vertical, as we climbed a combination of tree roots and rock faces. Eventually we all made it, disgustingly sweaty.
The rest of the day we continued walking the area over the plantations but ended up getting tired so we hitchhiked the last 10km so we could get some beers in a little quicker! The following morning we were a little sore from the walk so we decided to get a "VIP" coach up to Butterworth. VIP turned out to be a bit of an overstatement as the air-con that was promised was basically the driver leaving door open while he drove! This was particularly unaffective as we were sitting at the rear of the coach! After one of our yet again sweaty and smelly coach journeys we arrived in Butterworth, a city connected to Georgetown on the adjacent island. The reason we were here was to get Ian to sort his life out and get a Thai Visa. The night of our arrival we decided we would go out for a single beer each, instead we got 10 jugs and sang drunken kareoke all night. The end result was Jack having to be carried home(standard), myself chundering(yet again (personal tally of 10 chunders so far)) and Ian being the far worst off due to the fact he lost his debit card and then wet the bed(and my fleece which I subsequently found out a week later). So once again Ian was unable to get his visa.
We decided to spend the next few days in Georgetown once Ian had submitted his visa form a day later. Georgetown turned out to be equally as much of a s*** hole as Butterworth. Jack and Ian rented mopeds one day and drove around the island, but i couldn't hack it and decided not to do it. A few days later Ian finally got his visa and we kissed that pile of crap town goodbye. We left to Phuket, Thailand by train via Hat Yai. This journey turned out to be a real test of endurance as it took from start to finish a solid 22 hours. However, we made it to our hotel, where we would be staying 7 days in the luxury resort which served as a real change of pace as we hadn't stayed in a room in Asia so far that had any windows!
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