PNB Darby Park Hotel
Travel Blogs from Kuala Lumpur
... On our walk back we got caught by a storm once again, the normal thing that happens on a typical afternoon in Malaysia. This one was right on top of our heads and dropping on all the antenas around us... another panic attack.
We finished the day with our first beer in 3 weeks (we drank alcohol last on Sonkran) and some nibbles.
It is now Wednesday and we have had an awesome time in KL. This city is small enough to walk everywhere but has ...
... us for breakfast, to meet her friend who has a working holiday visa for NZ and plans to come late in 2014.
Then a quiet afternoon before flying to China early Sat.
So off to another special food destination - this time slices of roast
pork with cracking! We talked so much and the the place is sooooo
popular we were asked to move on. Two hours later we finally decided to
go back to hotel and move to Air Asia hotel ...
... her head covered. A volunteer greeted us at the main prayer hall and I managed to engage an extended conversation with him about the Islam, its tenets, meaning, the teachings and significance of the Qur'an and how daily prayers are conducted.
Among the things we talked about was the amount of people who come to Friday prayers. The volunteer said more then 15,000 cram into the prayer hall, outside the hall, on the steps leading to up the hall and ...
... the whole but one whole exhibition was exactly the same (as in word-for-word photo-for-photo the same) as in the main museum in Kuching. A lot was also embarrassingly patriotic and protested rather too much about how well all the different ethnic groups get on (especially in light of stuff happening here at the moment which tells exactly the opposite story). Incidentally, while trying to find the (badly signposted) museum we were helped by an English ...
... and a sling to elevate Helen’s finger was not a problem. We asked if he could remind us of how to make an elevated sling.
“Oh, no,” he said, continuing to smile serenely.
“Surely you know how to use the things you sell here?”
He chuckled, “oh, no, no. I sell medical things; I don’t apply them to my customers.”
With a confused puff of air from our nostrils, we thanked the man through gritted teeth ...