Yesterday morning after a horrible breakfast, I found the information desk.  I’m not sure why it was invisible the night before.  I asked them how to get to the temple (Chin Swee) near the casinos.  There’s a free shuttle from the hotel and it’s something to do in the real outdoors.  The giant bus is terrifying on these steep roads.  It’s still foggy, but it’s real pretty to see the fog rolling around the mountains. It was really moving fast at times.  At the temple I got to see more Buddha statues.  I also go to walk the journey to enlightenment.  I’ve studied and worked so hard and here’s a simple path to walk.  Who knew?  Ok, it’s not that easy.  The path was a series of dioramas showing the 10 different hells.  What hell a person goes to depends on what horrible things they did here.  They get tortured and then at some point they get to go to the last hall and they are given a drink to make them forget everything.  Then they get to come back here in another life and try to do it right again.  So, basically, this was a way to scare you into being a nice person.  I doubt I will be turning into a Buddhist anytime soon.  I prefer my world where hell is actually a creation in the mind, something we made up.

After the temple it was time for a pedicure.  They told me to come back at 2:00.  I came back at 2:30 and they were all booked up the rest of the day and evening.  I went to 4 other spas and they were all booked too.  Either there are only 2 nail ladies at Genting Highlands or I pissed someone off and have been blacklisted.  Tell the curly haired girl no, she showed up a half hour late.  I went back to the burger place and ordered the pesto gnocchi with greens.  The greens were arugula.  I love arugula and have missed it so much.  This is the best food related thing to happen in forever!  I went to a movie, Ben Hur.  It’s the first movie in a theater I’ve seen since I left the US.  Arugula and a movie – life is good!  I still feel sick so I went to the clinic and got an antibiotic.  This has to be a sinus infection, colds don’t last this long.

Today Omar, my taxi driver, is taking me down to Kuala Lumpur.  I didn’t gamble at all and I thought maybe I’d want to work here.  I’m not going to pursue that avenue.

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