We made it. Off at least.
No real dramas, we went and had drinks before going home for a shower and final berating from our worried mother (over taking alcohol into Malaysia) and before we knew it we were trying to sleep on the plane.
Landing around 6am we caught a mad taxi ride to Hotel Corus where we were greeted by the friendly concierge who suggested a tour or two and told us how to get up the Petronas Towers - it's free but you have to join a long line.
Imagine our vibrancy as we stood for an hour in a small closed in area, just after stepping off an 8hr flight. But we prevailed over the temptation to collapse and soon were on our way back to the hotel for a sleep before our 12 noon tickets up the tower.
A good snooze later and we were ravenous so we chuffed over the road to a cheap dive where all the meals were 6 Ringet or less, until it's time to pay when they become three times the price. Magic!
The tour up the Petronas Towers was very short really. In the lift and out again at the sky bridge where you are allowd to wander around for a few minutes before being sent back down to the interactive-information-centre thingy.
The view, even though it was only half way up was still pretty speccy, and we met a couple of Canadian girls when we then went and had lunch with.
Mark and I did a short tour in the arvo, the Roal Selengar pewter factory (home to a hundred or few industrius women with hammers and blowtorches, as well as the world's largest beer mug).
Next stop was some dodgy clothing place. The demonstration on how patterend silk cloth was made "with only the artist's imagination" was less inspiring than it was demonstration, and the girl didn't actually demonstrate anything. They did chuff us straight into the shop pretty quick smart though.
The final stop was the Batu Caves, a Hindu temple with 272 steps to the entrance of a large open cave. It was certainly interesting - especially to see all of the thousands of gods (the most gob-smacking being the female headed cow, complete with breasts, an udder, wings and a peacock tail). The inside of the caves had a disappointingly tacky sort of vibe though - cheap and nasty decorations and stalls and the like.
Back to the hotel, we had to crash again. After another hours rest we headed out in search of large shopping centres and then Chinatown. We found what Mark was after for the shopping, and at pretty good prices. And we saw the ritzy centre with an indoor theme park too.
Getting around was easy enough, we managed to make our way on public transport, and soon were trekking through the mad mob scene of the Chinatown night markets. Eventually we found the Reggae Bar where we were meeting the girls again, but it was already ridiculously packed so we went back to the bar at their hotel where we tried Malaysian (Skol), Singaporian (Tiger) and Dutch (Carlsburg) beers and watched Trinidad & Tobego keep Sweeden scoreless.
No real dramas, we went and had drinks before going home for a shower and final berating from our worried mother (over taking alcohol into Malaysia) and before we knew it we were trying to sleep on the plane.
Landing around 6am we caught a mad taxi ride to Hotel Corus where we were greeted by the friendly concierge who suggested a tour or two and told us how to get up the Petronas Towers - it's free but you have to join a long line.
Imagine our vibrancy as we stood for an hour in a small closed in area, just after stepping off an 8hr flight. But we prevailed over the temptation to collapse and soon were on our way back to the hotel for a sleep before our 12 noon tickets up the tower.
A good snooze later and we were ravenous so we chuffed over the road to a cheap dive where all the meals were 6 Ringet or less, until it's time to pay when they become three times the price. Magic!
The tour up the Petronas Towers was very short really. In the lift and out again at the sky bridge where you are allowd to wander around for a few minutes before being sent back down to the interactive-information-centre thingy.The view, even though it was only half way up was still pretty speccy, and we met a couple of Canadian girls when we then went and had lunch with.
Mark and I did a short tour in the arvo, the Roal Selengar pewter factory (home to a hundred or few industrius women with hammers and blowtorches, as well as the world's largest beer mug).Next stop was some dodgy clothing place. The demonstration on how patterend silk cloth was made "with only the artist's imagination" was less inspiring than it was demonstration, and the girl didn't actually demonstrate anything. They did chuff us straight into the shop pretty quick smart though.
The final stop was the Batu Caves, a Hindu temple with 272 steps to the entrance of a large open cave. It was certainly interesting - especially to see all of the thousands of gods (the most gob-smacking being the female headed cow, complete with breasts, an udder, wings and a peacock tail). The inside of the caves had a disappointingly tacky sort of vibe though - cheap and nasty decorations and stalls and the like.
Back to the hotel, we had to crash again. After another hours rest we headed out in search of large shopping centres and then Chinatown. We found what Mark was after for the shopping, and at pretty good prices. And we saw the ritzy centre with an indoor theme park too.
Getting around was easy enough, we managed to make our way on public transport, and soon were trekking through the mad mob scene of the Chinatown night markets. Eventually we found the Reggae Bar where we were meeting the girls again, but it was already ridiculously packed so we went back to the bar at their hotel where we tried Malaysian (Skol), Singaporian (Tiger) and Dutch (Carlsburg) beers and watched Trinidad & Tobego keep Sweeden scoreless.
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