Kuala Lumpur is such a diverse city and offered our first real adventures, firstly meeting up with Bex and Kat to head off to the Batu Caves (which were at the top of 272 very steep steps....) and watching monkeys rob Walkers off niave tourists (not us) and then cave adventures with little torches wandering about hoping all the creepy crawlies would stay away from us. Not being able to see your hand infront of your face because it was so dark provided plenty of opportunity to mess around, much to the disapproval of the tour guide.
The tour of the cave concluded with something that the tour guide didn't exactly want us to see, Chen spotted a little baby bat on the floor and as we all began to shine our torches on it.... a dog came out of nowhere and began to gobble it up, crunch after crunch. The circle of life and great value for money.
Our hostel being next door to Chinatown allowed us to explore the markets that reminded of us of HK, plenty of haggling went on with a three day feud for Chen trying to acquire a Jordan jersey. I wish I could get some photos on this blog for you to see, especially of some of the scrans we've had, but you'll just have to take our word for it that we did ourselves proud, even other tourists commented on just how much we ate.
The nightlife in KL varies quite a bit, there's a few backpacker bars etc but we opted for the local nightlife which consisted of a strip of bars. Myself and Chen ventured down to watch the football and then headed out for a few bevvies, to say the least it was something reminiscent from the afterparty of Chester Races or Amsterdam, very seedy indeed but we threw the shapes and knocked back the tequila nontheless until it was time to go back to the hostel and be greeted by a sleeping Victor Truong.
A visit up the KL tower gave us a taster of something much bigger to come... It was here that we got our first real taste of the monsoon weather but we came fully prepared with rain jackets and marched on towards the Petronas Twin Towers, unfortunately they were shut due to the end of Ramadan but we still managed to get a visit in once the sun re-emerged.
Moving onwards to the Island Resort, we had to first get a coach... and it was nothing comapred to the luxury coaches of Singapore, we turned up to the station along with 200 people which at first we thought nothing of... until we realised they were all heading the same place as us. Before we knew it, we were running to grab a seat which we didn't manage to get until luckily some people got chucked off and three seats magically appeared for us, it was a bit of a tight squeeze, but what came next was most definitely worth it....
Our visit to KL has seen us maintain our rule of one western and one local meal a day. Fat KF buckets for nothing more than change and then ridiculous number of local dishes in little hawker courts accompanied with copious Carlsbergs and Tigers, living the high life.
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