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Back in KL
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We were dropped off by the tour company mid-afternoonish, leaving us with muchos time before our overnight bus darn sarf at 11pm. Thus, we went for another wander round KL to catch up with sights we didn't have a chance to see on our first visit. We caught a taxi over to the National Museum of Malaysia and ventured inside for about 20p. It was filled with rather curious exhibits, and was completely over-zealous about seemingly random artefacts and activities, such as puppet shows. The displays were quite like Madame Tussauds aswell - kind of eerie and kitsch waxworks of Malaysians over the ages, and the various designs of their homes and rooms.
The museum gave the impression that Malaysia was a somewhat disparite country, composed of Chinese, Indian, and Thai people, as opposed to indigenous Malaysians, as most of the exhibits focused on how these cultures assimilated into the Malaysian culture and now bring their own influences to the country. All in all, it was pretty interesting and worth visiting but quite random compared to museums you'd get in England!
Just over from the museum was the national planetarium which was just closing, so we moved on down to the National Mosque. We were only permitted to enter wearing a headscarf and long gown, which made it absolutely roasting, and plus it made for an utterly ridiculous picture.
 
We were accosted by an eager volunteer, and thus told every detail of Islam - basically everything I learnt in 2 years of RS rolled up into a 30 minute rant by this lady - and by the time she'd finished I was sweating profusely and gagging for a drink (no drinks were allowed inside), waiting to collapse into a heap. The building itself was actually very impressive and it was a good experience to have. Just beyond the Mosque was the old railway station, a white colonial building, not dissimilar to old English train stations. Set against the KL skyline it was quite unusual to see, especially in Malaysia, as I would have imagined it to be more at home in somewhere like India maybe...?
  
All this walking somehow lead us back to where we were staying, past the central markets again, and we picked up our bags from the hostel and headed for the bus station in anticipation of yet another glorious night's sleep on our overnight bus to Mersing, headed for Tioman island, off the South East coast of Malaysia.
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