On the edge of Eurasia. From Novosibirsk to Malaysia on SUVs. Part X. Final. Malaysia. Can't cross the verge of...

Part 10. Malaysia. Already familiar difficulty at the border. Three-Tier Kuala Lumpur. Before us, Singapore and Indonesia. We're on the edge of Eurasia.
Part I. Kazakhstan
Part II.Uzbekistan
Part III.Tajikistan
Part IV.Kyrgyzstan
Part V/1. China
Part V/2. China
Part V/3. China
Part VI. Laos
Part VII. Vietnam
Part VIII. Cambodia
Part IX. Thailand

The boundary appears to be becomes an enchanted place. Another dejavu. The checkpoint is open till 23-00, but insurance only to 20-00. We were late literally for 20 minutes. The guards agree we safely ignore, but warn that without ICP of the permit and insurance for you. Theoretically, this is the concern of the police, but the carrier company said that it is a compulsory document and without it we will have problems. Two hours of persuasion, knock at the closed office insurance. To no avail. The permit we can only get here and nowhere else. Three hours later, we head to a small hotel nearby, waiting for the next morning.
In the morning everything goes easier and more fun. We are again on the border, quickly cleared all the papers and go! The permit we have on hand.

We are waiting for the city with the fancy name of Kuala Lumpur. The translation is of course a bit depressing, it turns out this "muddy estuary" in Malay. On the way, we stop in Georgetown, a city on the island.

Nobody knows what really drew us there, but it was interesting that there is included in the protected list of UNESCO. Passing very sonorous in Russian town "Ipoh".

After a laugh over another miracle of the place names are sent to the capital. Constantly flashes the same sign.

We assumed that this is a very dangerous cow that can attack at any moment.
The path can sometimes be a small diesel incident. Diesel fuel is not very popular in Malaysia, I don't remember what the exact cause, whether in politics, the largest state oil company "Petronas", or something. At the pump the column labeled “Diesel” one, and the one designed for trucks. Because of this, the gas nozzle barely enters into the neck of the gas tank. And here's the problem...it is not time snaps. In a minute the fuel under high pressure breaks out, enveloping me oily, characteristically smelling liquid from head to toe... "Only the hands of the rich does not smell in any way" mumbling quotations from the works of the author Cipollino, the Italian Communist Gianni Rodari. A change of clothes and realize that I now smell like a real trucker. Doused with diesel fuel only emission.
Despite the similarities with Thailand in the landscape, the cultural difference is visible to the naked eye.

Women usually cover their heads, the advertising billboards, the residents in colorful, fancy Eastern clothes. Not to say that this is the Arabian East, but rather a fusion of middle Eastern and South-Eastern styles. A little reminded of the nearby Maldives and Indonesia.
The architecture of the capital city are quite colorful. One can see the towers of Petronas.

The closer the main city of Malaysia, the harder the movement. And here we are in the Central part of the city, the three-storey junction in heavy traffic. Here is our wonderful, adorable Sygic navigation suddenly starts rushing and happily reports that a little wrong level interchange. Now, when you have a tight tube to make a big circle around the city.

Good luck correcting the error in the route, along the way, watching the symbol of Malaysia, the twin towers “Petronas tower” entering into ten the highest buildings of the world.
Tonight there is a strong fatigue. A walk through Kuala Lumpur a wonderful. Of course we are going to the towers, from them to the hotel 500 meters. Malays have their own style. The tower is erected in compliance with Islamic traditions, each in the shape of an octagon. Night shining lights, they produce a great impression. It's not just high-tech, Asian tech it! The building is unusual in many respects At least due to the fact that they used the largest concrete Foundation in the world. In the middle they are connected by a suspended, covered bridge.

Think about how many times they are shown in Hollywood movies, the news, and just on postcards and brochures of Malaysia. On the ground floors of shopping malls. Because of the rigor of the law, any alcohol is sold only to 21-00. I barely manage to buy a bottle of wine.
Next day, in a sense, fatal. Today we must reach the most cherished objective, which was more than two months. We're going to the Cape of Tanjung Piai. To it 350 km.

The roads are good. Wide, beautiful highway on which we're driving at speeds of 120-130 km / h driving Culture on the level, probably the best in all our trip. No one moves along our lane toward the road, all concede, a night not dazzle high beams. We need Tanjung piai national park. It is located on the Cape of Tanjung Piai.
Flying small towns and villages. The road becomes less and less and now we are in the rainforest. At some point, it just narrows down to the width of the car. Creepers hit on the car, touches the antenna branches.

It is not just riding, it's quest. The excitement is growing, are we already almost there...
Fly on a small paved area, where there are two police cars. Desperately gesticulating barely utter "where is THIS?" turning to the police. Seeing my extreme agitation, they briefly answer: "follow us". Passing several turns to the Parking lot. There's a car track ends.

Further ticketing and on foot 600 foot route to the beach. The Park itself is interesting and beautiful. Some loud music was playing in the bushes, crawling in the water, croaking and squelching. Under a wooden bridge tropical swamp.

In parallel, we in the branches of jumping monkeys. It's a pity that there is no time to consider all this beauty around us but not to her. Leave the shore to the bridge with the stele, above which proudly flies the national flag of Malaysia.

All. We did it. We are on the very southern edge of the continental Eurasia!

Hug, congratulations, greedily inhaled the sea air, substitute the face of the wind. The feeling of joy and a boundless freedom covers us. Then, the first of July on a rainy morning, standing on the Lenin square in Novosibirsk, I stood and thought. Whether I'm considered? Can we? Whether all will survive? Will not fail the car? Now, 67 days later, breaking the ten countries, after almost 21 000 km of the way, you could say: "we were able, we did it." Next to the stele inscribed a catch phrase of Gaius Julius Caesar: “veni, vidi, vici”. I came, I saw, I conquered.

We feel so victorious. An unforgettable impression.
Side by side you can see the Singapore, it is already at hand.Then in the mist of barely visible Islands of Indonesia.

The rain drips, but it doesn't matter.

Our mission is accomplished, our expedition is over!
The full version of the film "On the edge of Eurasia." From Lenin square in Novosibirsk to Cape Piai in Malaysia: