I have been unicycling for 3 days now, starting in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia---near the central bus station. Somehow I made my way out of the city and unicycled along the highway breakdown lane until the 265 KM mark to Johor Bahru, the city across the water from Singapore, and my penultimate destination on this leg of the (U)nicycle tour---from around the 327 KM mark in KL. The "Polis" spotted me and kicked me of the highway, the E2, at the Seremban exit. I wandered around Seremban aimlessly for what seemed like sun-scorched years, fearful the cops would trouble my progress again. None of the "town roads" appeared to be well enumerated and I nearly lost hope, plopping down near dogs in a remote highway underpass. Finally, walking along with my packs and my unicycle, I accidentally reached Route 1, which is rural enough that I can legally ride. I was most overjoyed.
My Aunt Brauna, Uncle Marc, and mother have very kindly decided to benefact me some funds to get me to Israel upon hearing of the recent heinous theft. Heinous because it was so "innocent"---carried out through the fingers of a child. I am much indebted to their kindness.
But they are family, it feels weird to talk to formally about it. Though it is the truth.
I unicycled down Route 1 through very rural areas, through Pedas at night (because there was no civilization where I might rest from jungle beasts lurking among the great palms looming over the road in great shadowed phalanxes of lurking hushed inner jungle hysteria), Chempau, Rembau. The next morning I continued to where I am now---Tampin. There are about 267 Kilometers to go until Johor Bahru. Now to save money, I'll find some town cave to doze in, like the ubiquitous awning'd bus stops along the rural routes. Soon we're to meet the Sabbath Queen once again and I will rest from unicycling and writing phenomenological notes and poetry on the rural Malaysian road side for a day and night.
This is AMOS''H. Out.
