SEA: Day 35 – Shipping Problems

Before I begin, I just want to say hi to my first reader, Davey, who is only here by accident. I let slip that I was writing a blog. Hi, Davey! Also, note: this is the longest post I’ve written to date. It’s pretty much a stream of consciousness write up. If you stop reading half way through, I won’t judge you. Although, there is a great surprise at the end.

While traveling, I inevitably became a consumer, whether for gifts or myself. Myself mostly. Problem is, I really didn’t want to carry anything else during the trip. If anything, I was actually tossing stuff, mainly undershirts and old socks. I specifically brought old undershirts and socks just in case the scenario came up where I would have to discard items. I thought if I liked anything enough to buy it or send as a gift, I’d just ship it to the states and not have to carry it around. Would shipping something really be an issue? Turns out, yes, if you don’t know anything about what you can and cannot ship.

I spent a good amount of time looking around the KL markets and liked some of the things I found. Plus, I had bought some things from Luang Prabang and wanted to ship all of it to my brother. I ended up getting a bunch of little things, that of course, no one used, but whatever. I was most excited about a package of honey. I love honey. I picked out something else that was also organic, but can’t remember right now. So I bought everything, went back to my hotel, picked up other items, and came back to Central Market to ship everything. Turns out, I’m quite dumb for thinking I could send organic material overseas. Also, attempting to poke at whether or not it could “accidentally” be packaged without being mentioned does not fly well. Nor does trying to provide extra funds to put extra items into a package…

This lead me to have to return the honey and organic item 2, which we’ll just name “peanuts”. Returning items should be pretty easy, right? No. I had to haggle to get my money back even though it was only an hour after I purchased the honey and peanuts. It took me a lot of hand gestures since they all of a sudden forgot how to speak english. I think I got a 90% return. Good enough for me since they were already a sunk cost. This is the only term I remember from Economics. Probably explains why I failed.

Damn, I’m writing a lot today. I’m not even half way through my day yet. Okay, let’s just fly through the rest.

Tourists help tourists take silly pictures.

Of course, I visited Petronas Twin Towers, after having watched Entrapment the night before. (Love that movie. And Catherine Zeta Jones.) I really enjoyed this tour. I realize that it’s the same as taking a tour to go to the top of the Empire State building, which I always thought was so stupid cause why on earth do you care about a top of a building? But really, it was cool. I loved all the facts and views and elevator rides. I shall never judge anyone waiting in line to visit a building ever again.

I’m afraid of heights but enjoy the feeling of this fear.

A lot of my free time during this trip is spent planning only a couple weeks in advance so I can purchase transportation and accommodations. I usually wait until the day before or day of to plan what my day to day is going to be. So a lot of times, I just sit at cafes, bars, wherever to people watch and plan. It was stressful at first, cause I worry all the time about future things, but as I got more comfortable with planning on the fly, it became much more enjoyable, especially when having company of a hookah. (Funny story about hookahs here.)

Hookah and smoothie.

Sometime during this day, I watched John Wick 2. This movie series is one of my favorites and I cannot wait for John Wick 3 to come out this summer. Then I hit up another bar, spent some time to plan more, and headed home to get some shut eye.

Random street that I looked cool. Do I have a “photography eye”? In the end, I realized that I don’t care what other people think. I have my own photography eye.

If you made it all the way down here, you were looking for a surprise. Where’s the surprise you ask? TL;DR: There is no surprise. Ha, sucker. I’m talking to you, Davey.

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