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Two young men, one British, one American, due to poor transportation planning, had to take a ferry from a lifeless Island in northern Malaysia late one night to the mainland in order to catch the first train to Thailand the following morning. Upon reaching shore, the sun long since set, they fruitlessly searched for a pub or Internet cafe until finally settling for chemical flavored Slurpees from 7-11 and watching a replay of a Manchester United game outside a curry house with a three-legged cat.

After this grew old, they departed for the train station on foot. The cold stares of hundreds of Muslims met them at the terminal. Holed-up couches, grimy food stalls, and rusted motorcycles filled the grounds. Not the place to camp outside for the evening. After navigating around the grounds, they found the one unlocked entrance to the lounge. They hurried through silent hallways, until entering a large room and spotted, in the distance, perched by the window and surrounded by clouds of smoke, four unmistakably white bodies. Two men, obese and bald clad in tank tops, seated with their far more attractive female company. The young men approached.

“Well hello there!” one roared in a strange accent the American couldn’t detect. The Brit knew right away. Welsh. Their story - seeking refuge in the lobby after the station police warned them of the danger that lurked outside.

The new company, transplanted from Wales to Thailand and traveling through Malaysia, swore loudly, gulped whiskey from a flask, and chain smoked more than university students studying on amphetamines or Chinese migrant workers. The six sat on the concrete floor, talking about nothing until finally the American curled up next to a glowing red Coke machine and passed out.

Around 3:48 a.m. the American woke to the heavier Welshman’s jarring sleep apnea bear growls that sounded something like “BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! smack smack smack……” followed by a “motherfucker….”

The young man rolled onto his back, and stared up at the ceiling while the mosquitoes dined on his blood and that goddamn Coke machine hummed.

This band, Los Campesinos!, also comes from Wales. (Note: If songs don’t work for you, right-click and save the file).

Lost Campesinos! - Death to Los Campesinos!

I slid onto the second-to-last train back home last night, drained, gripping a small container of Japanese beef curry. The usual subway crew, bootleg map and newspaper selling guy, minority woman with sick baby in one hand and change cup in the other, clomped down the isle. Almost last call. One of four girls seated to the left, all with overdone and outdated Japanese hairstyles, rude as all fuck, tugged on the minority woman’s long pigtail when she turned her back. Then, for the next nine minutes until my transfer, they didn’t utter a word to each other, just snapped cameraphone photos in various poses. Click, check, laugh, repeat.

I’m so cynical about the late-80s/90’s born generation in Asia. Spoiled by new money, constantly plugged into another world, playing PSP inside on the year’s first real summer days. Texting, texting, texting. I took away a student’s phone today and he literally broke down, pleading that he “couldn’t do anything” without it. Then I think about the earthquake and the 40,000+ bodies it left under rubble like some flattened Lego fortress, and having never experienced any real violence or hardship, I can’t totally grasp it. I’m also partially guilty of this disconnection with reality.