This journey started last month. I was getting ready to a beautiful country called Malaysia. I got there at 2 o'clock at the afternoon. The people in Malaysia loked very friendly, all sorts of raises. There were Chinese, Indians, Malays and many others. I was walking around the airport, looking for something interesting. As I walk, I noticed that all airports were the same, Mc Donalds, Kentucky Fried Chicken...... And here, I see, a interesting looking coffee house. I walked in and had a cup of Latte and a piece of chocolate brownie. YES, it taste delicious. Very rich chocolate. I did enjoyed my tea there. This is the International Airport of Malaysia. Well, I guess this is KLIA.
             The difficulties starts with the taxi driver. His English was damn bad. I can't actually understand what was he trying to say to me. I stared at him, wondering what was he saying. I frowned and asked him : " Can you speak English?". He stared at me. I got fed up with that guy and turned away. I call for another taxi and left the airport.
             Now, I have no idea where to go or what to do. I asked the taxi driver where is the nearest town. He told me "Nilai". So, I asked him to drive me there as fast as possible. Actually, I am just 15 yaers old. I ran away from home due to family problems. My father was a wealthy man. I took some money and left London.