Micasa Kuala Lumpur

... es el pequenyo Fish Spa que, donde cientos de peces te comen a besos, haciendote una limpieza de piel muerta en el body (pies y manos).<br>Olga, como buena cocinera, se ha apuntado a un curso de cocina Malaya, estando toda una manyana cocinando mi cena, que buena, mientras yo me perdia por los barrios chino e indio buscando mas gangas, husmeando por los mercados callejeros, donde tanto los peces como los animales los venden vivitos. Por cierto, la cena ...

... At least it will be a change of scenery and from Brunei we can reenter Malaysia in the state of Sabah. <br><br>Malaysian domestic travel has me all confused. To fly from West Malaysia (the peninsular part) we had to go through customs and immigration upon arrival in Sarawak on Borneo (the island part) but none when leaving Kuala Lumpur. Now leaving Sarawak we had to exit through customs in order to fly back to Kuala Lumpur. But there was no customs on ...

... crab,<br>pineapple, and thousand island dressing instead of sauce. It was<br>delicious.<br><br>Today was fire safety day so we went through slides and videos in the<br>morning and after lunch (I have no idea what I ate, I had to spit the<br>fish out because the whole load I put in my mouth def had all the bones<br>still in there) we put on our coveralls again and went to the "smoke<br>house". They filled a house with no windows up with artificial smoke<br>and one by one we ...

... t think this was too bad.<br><br>Again our driver (who was wearing his long-live-the-king shirt) was fairly non communicative. The first stop was the border, our passports were stamped with a 15-day Visa (that's the longest you get on a land border crossing as a tourist, thanks for that info LP (not)) and then it was off to Hat Yai and the main bus terminal there. The drive was about 45 minutes and most of the way there was either towns (like immediately the ...

... Tamil-speaking Indian Hindus; Cantonese-speaking Chinese Buddhists; and Malay-speaking Muslim Malays. One can automatically tell who is a part of one of these groups - the Malaysian women are covered in veils; the Indian women are dressed in traditional Hindu colorful garbs (although not all of them choose to dress this way) and the Chinese who are obvious enough. As soon as we got off the bus we were approached by a short Indian man promoting a brand ...

Blue Boys Vegetarian restaurant, I am salivating even when I say the name. I arrive in K.L. - Kuala Lumpur (pronounced Koh-al-la Lum-pwoor or according to a few ozzies here, Koala Lum-pa). K.L., you shop, you eat, you shop, you drop. I dig through my newly acquired second hand lonely planet guide for Malaysia which is all battered and worn. "Wow!" a guy says to me on the monorail as I flick casually through my book looking for accommodation, "You must have been traveling ...

KL has a fantastic public transportation system (Monorail, Light Rail, Buses, and Taxis), and still has horrible traffic jams.<br><br>Some people had told me that the Petronas Towers were less than impressive, and they were wrong.<br><br>Monkeys aren't afraid of people...and surprisingly do not respond to my monkey calls.<br><br><br><br><br><br>

... disappointed, but a good massage was about to commence, and I can&#8217;t be mad at that!<br><br>First thing on the list was to get our feet washed - felt great after walking around.<br><br>The next thing to do was to plunge our feet into the tank and let the fish eat our dead skin.<br><br>&#8230;<br><br>Wait, what?<br><br>Folks, meet Garra rufa.<br> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>The Garra Rua - Star of the fish spa ...

... ride in the park, even if it did make me feel a little sick. Next was the water park section of Sunway Lagoon which was very similar to the last water park we went to because it is owned/made by the same company. 'Cameroon Climb' was the same as 'Cliff Racers', and 'African Python' was the same as 'Tube Raiders', but slower, not as good, and with only 3 separate slides instead of 4. Zimbabwe River' was nowhere near as good, or as powerful as the lazy ...

... 30 minutes but it was hot and the bus stop was shady so I went back. Luckily, I checked the schedule because the second thing that no one told me was that the trip takes an hour. That would leave me only 30 minutes, to check in, clear security and immigration. Given my impending Thai status as persona non grata, I changed the plan and offered a motorbike driver $10 to get me there. I must have had a bit of a frantic look in my eye, because we ...