Flip Flops, Skirts, and Pepsi

While in the country to Malaysia, I had time to kill because my sister would go to work everyday. I found ways to entertain myself each day by having a mini solitary adventure. Oneday I thought it would be a good idea to go to the Batu Cave. Batu means rock. I went to Rock Cave. Yes, very clever, I know. I hopped in a cab, and drove the 20 min to a giant cave. This cave was no ordinary cave; it was the Cave of Wonder- just kidding. It was in a mountain not a desert.

This cave was especially cool because it the host of a Hindu temple and is the most popular Hindu shine outside of India. There are crazy awesome carvings and statues. It is a nifty tourist sight.

I did three things wrong in this place: I wore flip flops, wore a skirt, and bought a Pepsi. The flip flop issue is obvious. It was a freaken rock cave; I had no traction and nearly fell all over the place.

Issue two should have been fairly apparent to me as well. The thing about Hindu temples is....... there are a whole lot of steep steps. I was either flashing people behind me or tripping over the damn thing. I again almost fell.

It was very hot, and I had climbed many stairs and almost died doing so. Before my climb back down to safety I bought myself a nice cold Pepsi. The vendor was very glad to sell it to me. I thought it was because I gave him money, or perhaps it was pure job satisfaction; however, I was gravely mistaken. The man clearly thought it would be hilarious to watch me deal with the consequences of buying a sugary beverage in this place. The Batu Caves have...

MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They look cute and almost human, but they are frightening. This one to the right looks like he is just hanging out, but really he is scouring the crowds for a treat. That treat includes soda. I take in the hot Asian sun and saunter slowly down the dangerously high and steep steps while sipping on my Pepsi when this huge alpha male monkey, with the stones to prove it, jumps right by my feet. I yelp like a six year old girl, and they I become embarrassed that all the back packing Aussies know I have a girlie screech. Then I go back to terrified because Abu, I named my attacker Abu after the monkey in Aladdin, did not back away. He inched closer. He stood tall. He reached toward me. I screech like a little girl once again. He jumps right past me onto the railing and grabs for my can while in midair. At this point I was almost not mad, I was mostly impressed, but then I was scared again because we were now on eye level. A man told me that I should just give Abu my soda because that was all he wanted. Seriously people were circled around me watching this because it was that intense. I look around at the crowd and in a very sober tone I say, "Then he wins. I cannot allow that to happen." I then book it down the danger stairs and bellow. "You cannot bully me!" To Abu who only followed me for one flight.

Below is a monkey as brave as Abu but much much smaller.