Only in Asia...
A few weeks ago, after a brief Sunday hiking excursion, I returned to my apt. to chill. Two or three days later, I woke up with an intolerable rash. Ok, it wasn't that bad...but it got real pretty quick. At first, an annoying case of poison ivy. Then, it spread from my arms to my neck to my legs to my abs...yes even to my abs. Naturally, I went to the clinic. I got some cortizone cream and oral steroids and started working out...I mean...started treating myself. And as expected in Asia, I did not get any better, rather worse. Ok so I decided this was bad enough to go to the hospital to see a specialist. I drove Dicky to the hospital, and on my way, my hands exploded....literally! The tops of my hands started itching like crazy and I noticed bumps all over the tops of my hands...microscopic bugs probably attacked me from the recesses of my old steering wheel cover. Dicky Tan!!!! Brutal. I walked into the hospital feverishly itching my hands...got some more steroidal cream and pills and instead of driving Dicky home---cuz he gave the disease to me in the first place---I got a taxi. No problem..crisis averted. My hands would just look like I had arthritis for the next few days and I would have some discomfort.
Well three or four days later, I returned to the hospital to retrieve Dicky Tan. Upon arriving, I realized my severe mistake. I left the windows down and parked under a tree, home to thousands of Penang birds. Hmmm....yes. My car was covered in bird poop. Fortunately, these birds must've been blind because the inside of my car was virtually untainted. But the outside was ridiculous...an asbolutely horrid sight. Also, someone had managed to root through all of my valuables in the car--used steering wheel cover: 1 ringgit; febreeze: 17 ringgit; Dicky's dignity: priceless--and stole the febreeze. I mean, honestly. I had like a rubberband, some pennies, and a sideview mirror in the middle compartment, and the thief had the audacity to steal my febreeze. Does common grace not extend that far? Don't you think you would say, "Hey, this car is really crappy. The owner doesn't have any valuables, he's parked at a hospital, the car is covered in bird poop, and the windows are down. Maybe I'll look for another car to rob." Not in Asia. They even take your friggin febreeze. Can you sense my bitterness?
Anyway, I healed up and my rash has subsided, though I'm still not %100. Nevertheless, I'm headed to Sabah in Malaysian Borneo on Saturday to scuba dive and hike Mt. Kinabalu. In Sipadan (the diving place), I'm staying on an oil rig redesigned to accommodate scuba divers. Pretty sweet and its the cheapest option...hmmm I hope I don't get some weird rash. Pics to follow:-)
















