Play in Laang Island, Malaysia.

A pile of garbage, man, brother. I have been in PJ 14 area for more than 2 years, and there is also USJ area (there is a little lover living in USJ2). Let me tell you something. Never sign up for a tour group. Take a car by yourself. I rushed to China City overnight and went to Ding Gunu. Or fly faster. When you arrive, you don't have to walk far. A tour guide will ask you what hotel you want to stay on the island. Basically three days and two nights. The general price is 300RM, which means you don't have to pay for this 300. But hotels that shoot wet nurse's tea in summer are more expensive.

In addition, if you don't cause trouble, you don't need to bring your passport at all, but you need to bring a copy at most. To tell the truth, in that chicken-laying, bird-shitting Malaysia, my brothers never take any driver's license or passport with them when they go out, because I'm afraid of losing them. Actually, it's nothing to lose. Just go to the Embassy of China (near klcc) and get a new one. But the reason why my buddy is afraid is that embassy officials don't use their Chinese as secretaries. . . Those people, rubbish.

Dude, if you are in Malaysia, you should know that this country can speak Chinese. Now you can speak a few words of English. Don't deal with Malay pigs that eat big meat. . . .

One last reminder.

If you like flying, you'd better fly. The bus time field, as well as the bus drivers, everyone thinks they are Schumacher, and there is only one word for one night's pain.

What's more, all the brothers I went to had all kinds of skin types, but none of them didn't get sunburned, so I pretended to be a sissy and put on some sunscreen. . .

Last but not least, when you dive, you'd better wear a pair of shoes. Sandals are the first choice, because corals in the sea are no joke, MMD. As long as your body (mainly your feet) comes into contact with coral, it is a bite at once, which hurts and takes a long time to heal. . .

Finally, I wish you have a good time and don't embarrass the people of China. Who said we were bad? In a word, fight. . .