Salamat Pagi, Kuala Lumpur
Trip Start
Mar 17, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Kuala Lumpur,
Malaysia
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Although we took first class on the train, we cannot sit next to each other, which I needed after the excitement of this morning. NONE of the single blokes (yes, almost exclusively men) suggest to change places. I do not understand! Sure, it is nice to have 2 seats for you but whether the second seat is taken by X or Y does not matter. It is clear we are looking to sit together but nobody takes the trouble to swap.
By the time we arrive at the airport, we have barely 2 hours left. We have to queue for our tax refunds. And queue. And queue. With 1 hour to go, we check in. I need perfume and lipstick, Dr T books. We have to hurry. About the same time we realize:
1. That Tony does not find his Visa card which he gave at tax refund
2. That I had NO idea where my 2 major credit cards are
Are WE those experience travelers? Tony's credit card is found and I THINK I know where mine are: in the check in luggage: clever ... .
Malaysian Airlines: in the plane, we have 4 chairs for 2: cheer but the man behind us, prefers to leave his wife behind and sits on one of the spare chairs next to me. The flight is uneventful. We have the choice between a couple of hundred movies, series, games, sport channels, nature documentaries, ... . We can have drinks as much as we want for free and the food is crap: BAU. Our hostess was a bit less cranky than I am used to, but still: no smiles.
We land 12 hours after departure: 7 o'clock local time. We buy some booze and coke. Customs. Luggage. Order taxi. All goes very smoothly. And: my Hubby speaks Malay. I cannot believe it. We arrive at our hotel at 9, which is a win. And the hotel itself even more! We pay 30 Euro a night and were expected a very budget hotel in a big city like this.
http://www.citrushotelkl.com/?utm_source=google&utm_medi um=cpc
We could not believe: the reality is even better. Room is newly decorated in the 60's style. Big double bed. Nice bathroom. FREE wireless internet in the room. Swimming pool. Fitness. And reasonable location. But: at 10, we are both asleep. I expect for 2 or 3 hours but we wake up at 17h!!!
When we look out of our window we see our swimming pool, we could just jump into it. Although from the 9th floor, it would not be wise. A Muslim woman swims with her baby. The baby is naked. She is dressed in a long dress and veiled. In the swimming pool!
We go for a stroll and get caught by a pub/restaurant 50 meters from the hotel, where we have a beer. After that, Tony decides he IS hungry and we order. I am proud of him. It IS a dodgy 'restaurant'. We have: Tom Yam soup, fried rice with meat and shrimps, curry chicken, garlic prawns and BIG Tiger beers.
The poor pregnant kitty with no tail (but who got fed by the restaurant) and the strolling rats were a bonus. Dr T thought I would jump. Why? I like rats. We ROLLED off the table and paid: 16 Euro for everything. We still had the courage to walk for an hour. We bought some soft drinks and beer.
Back in the room, I had a quick look on internet and was asleep at midnight. Alarm at 7 though for a rise and shine day!
Comments
Why the single men didn't swap their seats.
Slap yourself on the forehead and repeat after me 'Duh'. :-)
So there is a carriage of single men, and Marina walks in and has to sit next to one of them. I bet I know what would have happened without Marina saying so....they look up and see her walking towards her seat. They think 'Some lucky bastard gets to sit next to her all the way and maybe chat her up, and I get to sit with an old stinky-poo man who hasn't even had a shave.' They are so busy looking at her ass move as she walks along the train that they don't even think of sitting next to another man instead of her. Each one of them is hoping 'Dear God, let her sit next to me.'
yep....I was right...
Quote - ' the man behind us, prefers to leave his wife behind and sits on one of the spare chairs next to me.'
Yep...I reckon I was right when I read what happened on the train. I am imagining that Marina was wearing that pair of white slacks with the split all the way up the thighs and her g-string. And that she had make-up and perfume on.
Tell us the name of the perfume in the next post Marina?
Re: Why the single men didn't swap their seats.
Do not get fooled, folks, this is my sweet sister-in-law being nice to me ...