Malaysia, day twelve: Cameron Highlands

So how did I welcome in my 30th birthday in Malaysia? Cocktails and karaoke at the resort that we're currently staying at in the Cameron Highlands? Beers and the Liverpool/Barcelona game with my mates in the hotel room? An all-night party spontaneously thrown by the locals for me in honour of my sheer wonderfulness?

No.

Half an hour before, eight minutes into, three hours and ten minutes into and two further indeterminate periods after that into my birthday, I had my head stuck down an unfortunately very shallow toilet bowl, projectile vomiting the unfortunately very spicy remains of my Chinese 'steamboat' meal into it.

And no alcohol involved whatsoever.

Nor sleep, funnily enough.

Add to that the fact that we're driving around the Camerons today, whose roads wind and spiral like long loops of spaghetti, and you might understand my feeling of impending doom for the day.

Still. That was the situation from midnight here. Perhaps now that my birthday has commenced in the UK, fate will look more kindly upon me and ensure that the next 24 hours are somewhat improved.

Or at least vomit-free.

Steamboats - ugh. Never have one.

*sniffle*