After an impromptu rooftop pool party, happy hour on a helicopter pad overlooking the city at night, salsa dancing and ladies night with free drinks all night, and visiting the monkey infested Batu Caves, I am leaving Kuala Lumpur with no stoned unturned. Now, as Ankie and I snake through the river in the jungle of Taman Negara on a skinny long wooden boat, we are embarking on a new adventure. Equipped with copious bug spray, malaria pills, and the brilliant advice of my dad not to get eaten by a tiger, we are trading the city for some jungle trekking. I’ve been banned from swimming until the cut on my leg that got infected heals, and I’m not sure I would chance it anyways; with the looks of it this water is riddled with snakes and I’m not taking my chances.