Hotel Nikko Kuala Lumpur

... they eat you with kisses, making a cleanup of dead skin on the body (feet and hands). <br>Olga, as a good cook, one attended a cooking course Malaya, being a whole Manyana cooking my dinner that much while I trailed by Chinese and Indian neighborhoods looking for more bargains, sniffing around the street markets, where both fish and animals are sold Vivit. By the way, dinner was very good. <br>Now heading for Sri Lanka, where we expect a very funny guide.

... them and it would be hours before they could make amends to the big guy upstairs. It dawned on me...It was indeed in a mens room but this was one of the muslim prayer variety and not the plumbing filled facility I had in mind. Since my luggage cart was parked on some guy's prayer rug, he grabbed it and turned it around with such force it almost tipped over. You know, it did seem strange that a bathroom would have oriental rugs in it.<br><br>I will tell the ...

I walked forever to customs, as you usually do in an international airport, and then literally waited in line for 53 minutes to get to the front. I started talking to the Canadian in front of me and he and I were raging about how bad either the person working our booth or the people in front of us were. We both made it through in less than 30 seconds but some people took 4 minutes. We watched ...

... 7o'clock and food was imperative. We ordered fried rice from the vendor ourside, he understood vegetarian. He didn't understand hurry though and we waited a little while before the food arrived, meaning that Erin (of course) did not finish her dinner before it was time to go.<br><br>Our mini-bus driver hurried us to his vehicle. You should have seen the inside of the bus. It was gold and teal embossed, padded walls and ceiling, air conditioning vents for all ...

... dilapidated ethnic wards all around. <br><br>Yup, that's what KL pretty much is. It's another Houston, minus the Hispanics, whites, and blacks. But with the same types of dirty segregated ghettos and cement. It's a nightmare to walk around in because the sidewalks are mainly occupied by food stalls and forget about being comfortable if you're a blonde walking around. Never in my life have I received such nasty stares as I have here. Italy's catcalls are ...

... a serious of secret combination of the buttons whilst holding the I-pod north-north-east, spinning around and chanting to the apple deity, or does something similar I am sure but gets the thing going again. Heaven, I have music and I have Wi-Fi (internet access) everywhere, KL is a Wi-Fi city. I have no doubt that I was most likely singing out loud and strutting my way through the 9 levels of air conditioned shops, (bought nothing , self imposed shopping ban due to fat ...

... After booking our hostel and sending out some emails, Kate and I started wandering around looking for a cool bar to chill at. <br><br>I usually don't like big cities but I really enjoyed K.L. It was very modern and pretty clean. Aside from a few persistant shop owners and the occasional flock of prostitutes, I felt completely comfortable wandering around the area. We drank some Tiger beer and had some interesting conversations about our world ...

... onto the backpackers up the road - not a bad place though in fairness.<br><br>Had a couple of beers last night after arriving out on the food market stalls. A guy we were chatting to said KL has changed a whole lot since we were last here, there a monorail running through the city for a start that I'm sure wasn't there last time. It looks like it has ...

... pole long enough to poke the ball down to earth. Tom and I played one on one for a bit before we were joined by a Malaysian guy called Wang. He was nice and seemed to play jokily like us, trying to get some rallies together. We were then joined by a french guy and his girlfriend; she was nice and was just hitting the ball back and forth, but the guy was trying to play competitively, but I showed him [Tom: What? By being rubbish?!] [Rich: I owned you all ...

... way. Nice gesture but I am not sure why she was wondering if I had a cell phone. No matter, here I sit on a hot humid Kuala Lumpur night. A very modern city with a skyline full of futuristic buildings and the streets lit under building sized neon signs for all the shops, department stores and restaurants. Not much Malay food. Not even sure what that is yet. MOstly Chinese, Indian and US fast food places. I had dinner at one of the many Chinese food ...