

Being late for 5 minutes on our ship from Thailand to Malaysia, we decided to immediately buy a ticket for the nearest ferry, which was only the next day at 9 am. We were told the price of 700 baht, as we expected, but when we opened the wallet there was only 690 baht, and not 1000 as we somehow expected. We scratched in change for another 10 baht for a ticket, and we were left penniless. Only $1 was on the cards. But what would you understand, the port is not in the city, but in the jungle, where for many kilometers there is not even an ATM, there are no shops here either! Just a minute, we did not make any return tickets from Malaysia, nor hotel reservations, and we do not even have money for some kind of commission, which customs officers sometimes like to come up with so much. We only hoped for the fact that Malaysia is visa-free for us and there should be no problems. Soon all the employees began to go home, and we were left completely alone. All alone! In a huge port with a bunch of halls in which you could do whatever you want, open dining rooms, exits to the pier and customs passages. At first we had a feeling of euphoria, like a kid who is left for the first time in a huge house. We turned on the lights throughout the port, turned the dining room into a bedroom by moving the chairs together, turned on the fans, turned on Rock and Roll louder throughout the port and enjoyed freedom until night fell. At night, everything became much dumber than in the light of day. All over the huge building there were some sounds, eternal knocks and creaks haunted. But even though a one and a half meter monitor lizard was running in the parking lot, and healthy rats began to appear everywhere, the most nightmarish horror was the merciless mosquitoes, because of which we had to completely wrap ourselves in sleeping bags, even though it was very hot in the tropical heat. At night, we were visited by some local bikers who, like zombies, wandered through the empty corridors of the port for another hour. As a result, waking up every 15 minutes, we still waited for the coveted dawn and soon we were already sailing, with the Malaysians still incomprehensible to us, to the largest island in our life. The consequence of Thai mosquitoes in the port, counted 32 bites on one knee)))) Through the pants!!!