This hostel in Kluang has decidedly better front door locks than the one in Kuala Lumpur. At least it uses a passkey instead of a physical key and a push button lock.
This hostel is rather charming. It looks more like a resort set in the middle of idyllic plantations and fields. The rooms are better equipped than KL's. Cleaner too. However, while the rest of the group pried out yellow flesh from really really pungent durians, I scrambled to change a room because I realized the balcony doors don't really lock.
Now, you know I'm paranoid about security right? So I didn't just test the locks of the sliding doors to the balcony. I needed to be 101% sure that the doors lock properly. So I pushed and pried them apart while they were supposed to be locked. To my horror, the doors opened. Fuck. I gathered my stuff and asked for a change of room.
When I travel alone, I sleep with a torchlight and the multi-tool next to me. It makes me feel better. On this trip, with security this lax, I don't just barricade myself in, I can't sleep. My sleep has been fitful. I slept best in the coach on the way to Kluang. When I get back to KL tomorrow night, I might just take up the girlfriend's suggestion to stay over at her place for the rest of the week and have her driver send me back to the hostel early in the mornings. Just like last year.