It didn’t hit me until yesterday at the Kuala Lumpur bus station just how difficult it could be to travel alone. The scene   at this bus station was insanity – people everywhere, to the point we could barely roll our bags through the crowds.   Each time we moved in any direction our backpacks seemed to knock over the person next to us. It was easily 90   degrees, and there was no air-con in the lovely station. Our bus to Melaka was leaving in 10 minutes, and the 3 hour bus ride would have no pit-stops.

This is where my respect for the unaccompanied traveler comes into play – just the feat of going to the bathroom with your entire fleet of luggage gets major props. I luckily had Jason to watch my big bag, and stupidly decided to keep my large backpack on. I could barely squeeze through the turn stall to get into the bathroom, on top having to scrounge for money to pay for the entry. Then came the task of jockeying for a stall with that large thing on my back, since people don’t line up in many S. Eastern countries – you kind of have to fight for a stall. The constant stream of ladies pressing into the very crowded bathroom was a claustrophobic’s nightmare

The thought of adding a rolling bag into the mix would have been unheard of – not to mention the floor was sopping wet and I felt like I had to disinfect my shoes just from standing in the puddles of bathroom water. So, what would you do if you were all alone, with all your bags, and no-one to watch your stuff? WWJD – what would Jennathan do? I must admit, I think I would have had a nervous breakdown in this moment!!!!