crossed to malaysia via entikong, a small indo border town.. stayed with the police there and the next morning limped my tired body into malaysia.. as soon as i crossed everything changed immediately: there were more cars/less motorbikes, the road was marked and had signs with distances to the next town, and it no longer felt like indonesia.. i rode from the border to kuching, about 110 km.. when i got to kuching i was beaten up and a sorry sight, luckily i met the coolest family on earth and my adopted father piruz...
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mike..u was beaten up in kuching?? where?? never knew it
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