And so it was that this week i left Indonesia behind, heading for the higher prices and shopping malls of Malaysia. After a week in Yogyakarta it felt like time to move on, having exhausted the menu of Via Via on my street, and having grown a bit weary of Bang Bang; a kind of tanned 51 year old Bruce Lee character. 2 years ago there was an earthquake in Java, destroying nothing on my street apart from Bang Bang's tattoo parlour. Ever resourceful the guy now rents out the rubble space for coaches to park on for a small fee. With no insurance to rebuild his business, Bang Bang now kind of wanders up and down the street, alternating between sitting in the local hair salon entertaining the ladies as some kind of ageing lothoria, or sitting with his mates on street corners drinking the terrible excuse for whisky they have here. He's also an expert in befriending tourists and doesn't want anything more than the odd beer buying him, but he did have an incredible knack of always popping up whenever you just wanted some peace and quiet. Bali and Java aren't really on many traveller's intinery's i don't think, but i did meet a girl called Sabrina from Switzerland in my hotel last week. She had a habit of saying "I am just a small girl from Switzerland" in a genuine 'Allo 'Allo german accent whenever she had too many drinks. Bang Bang took us on his motorbike miles (to the stage where you're starting to think where the hell are we going) to some local bar where a really cool live band were playing and they proceeded to sing Sabrina happy birthday in Indonesian (it was actually her birthday luckily). There's no law about wearing helmets over here so that was exhilarating (in fact it seems compulsory that when steering a motorbike with one hand you must be holding a small baby in the other).You'd think with that and the amount of traffic over here that they'd have an incredibly high road death rate, but it's apparently one of the lowest in the world; they all seem far too polite to crash into one another. It was a really good night, and the kind of bar you don't find mentioned in a guide book because the only way you'd find it is to meet Bang Bang. It's definitely the case that some of the best things you do aren't written about by Rough Guide. A went to one of the seventh wonders of the world whilst i was in Java; Borobudur (big buddhist temple like). It was alright...Before i came away, i had a perfect example of the old motto, don't ever lose contact with someone you're even vaguely friendly with just in case they can help you out at some point in the future. I was facebooked by a guy i went to the University of Derby with about 14 years ago, conveniently for me a native of Malaysia, so that has been very handy the last few days in Kuala Kumpur, especially as he has an air conditioned car. I've been to a fruit orchard, and learnt that black pepper really does grow on trees (and boy is it hot). I've seen a rubber mat made from a bleeding rubber tree. I've been to a chicken satay restaurant and eaten 20 skewers of peanut chicken. I've starred in amazement at the Petronas Towers (higher than the WTC was). And to my ultimate shame i've been in McDonalds twice this week! Food's a bit too chinese orientated for me here, lots of fish head soup and all that.