Recently stayed at AB Motel at Family room. Very reasonable price of RM100 per night for family room (2 queen-size beds). Location is perfect..along the beach front where the sea sport center is. Suitable for family with children. Rooms are clean and spacious. Bathroom comes with shower. I will definitely check into AB Motel again.

We had recently stayed at Mingood hotel. 2 family rooms cost RM320 for a night stay. Each room has 4 single beds. Reasonable! Rooms are spacious, good location and friendly staff but no window view. The reception staff is helpful in giving directions and booking of ferry.

Today I made a visit to the Pasar Malam ("night Market") to the area, Taman Dr Tun Dr Ismail in search of the local snack nampak udang (literally translates to "look at the shrimp/prawn). It is made of gelatinous rice with a spicy shrimp paste inside. Anyway, take my word for it (for those not familiar), it's good. There are fruit, veggie, clothes, bags/purses, and a mecca of stalls of food, local food, that is. Just walking the stalls just smelling the odor of local cuisine is just enough to make yourself stop and say you are hungry, when you are not. When I opened my eyes I think I was frozen in my hunger. I won't go into detail everything I ate but all I can say it is good to be back in Malaysia: my stomach is always eager for more. PS. There goes the waistline.

Looks like this guy found a quick way to park his car. Remove the barricade, move your car in, place back the barricade... but just a little elevated. For those not familiar with Kuala Lumpur, finding parking is a pain in the rear. You drive around in circles trying to find a spot. Location: Putra Bandaraya Damansara in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. 

All things being equal, I don't think I'm out of line when I say that women are unreliable. Before I start getting hate mail from the fairer sex, let me explain. As a male, I still don't understand women. I don't think I will ever get to the stage where I can proclaim that I understand women. I am comfortable with that as well. Our brains function on a whole different wavelength. Its part of the thrill of it. The chase and not knowing what the other is thinking, or why they acted a particular way. Things would be far too boring if we did. Well today just confirmed it.

Maybe its me. But when a person says that they will be there in 20mins, my male brain would process that and think 'ok I've got 20 mins to get ready'. Not this girl. This girl has no concept of time. This is one of the things which drives me crazy about her. She is never on time. But that's the thing about love, you have to be crazy to enter into in the first place sometimes. She dawdles out like usual, like we don't have a plane to catch. Like she doesn't want to see me at the first chance she has. I understand some women need some time to change and get ready. Truly I get that. But to come down 30 mins after I tell her I was downstairs? Arrgh she is a mad woman.

To be honest. I think its me as well. I'm still stuck in work mode. It being a Tuesday my body and mind tells me I should be at work. Not to mention I had to pop into work just a few moments ago to resolve some issues. I don't think I've fooled my mind yet that I don't have to work today. I don't think work realises that I was no longer working once I walked out through the doors yesterday. I'm just stressed. I think I need a holiday. :) Good thing I'm on a plane in about an hour. Poor girl, I hope I get into holiday mood soon or she might regret inviting me along soon enough. I know for a fact its no fun going on vacation with a grouch. I've actually been told that holiday Damian and normal work Damian are two different people. Holiday Damian is fun. I just wish he would come out.

Once I hand over my passport and get my boarding pass. It all melts. All the hangups and negative energy I was carrying before. All the stress. Its gone. Holiday Damian has come out to play. A holiday could not have come at a better time. At that instant I must have the cheesiest grin on my face. A grin people would lock you up for and throw away the keys. At that instant I gave her a hug at the check in desk and I knew everything would work out. I left that desk hand in hand a different person. I would subsequently turn off my phone and be off the grid. No phone calls no emails no nothing. Just me and her and the joys of exploring the unknown. At least until I come back and normal Damian takes over.

We were lucky that the plane was empty. We had a whole middle row to ourselves. She insisted I take the row behind us (as that was empty as well) so that we could both lay down and rest. I insisted that I was fine and was just going to stay right there. Right next to her. I'm not one for sleeping on planes. I don't know what it is. It's not a comfort thing as well. I just can't sleep on planes. So whilst she got some shut eye and rested her head on my lap with the rest of her body stretched across 3 other seats. I watched the entertainment screen in front of me trying to relax and really absorb the situation. In between movies, or when I could peel my eyes from the screen I would look down and see a serene face where my legs used to be. After maybe 2-3 hours of having a head resting on your legs and not being able to move as I didn't want to wake her, all notions of this being a good idea faded. Soon enough I think I'm going to have to amputate my legs due to DVT. My legs are starting to tingle. My head debates whether I should wake her up or just slowly move my legs to a more comfortable position. Any position rather than what they were now. But as if she read my thoughts, she shuffles and repositions herself. In that whole second she does that my feet come to life and jump to a new position before she even put her head back down. I try to kiss her as a thanks for moving and to send her off back to deep sleep. But its physically impossible. I move back up and recline.

Before we know it, we are in Kuala Lumpur. It is night time and we are tired from the journey. We catch a cab and show the driver on a map where we would like to go. He nods and says ok. Thats a good sign. Fingers crossed he delivers us close. It is only when he pulls over on the motorway and stops to look at the map more closely that we realise that he didn't know where we wanted to go. Anything to get a fare. It is now that I pull out an ace from my sleeve. Before I left, my brother told me that most people in KL speak Cantonese. Especially taxi drivers. Obviously English was not his forte. So I speak to him in Cantonese. I knew he spoke it from the radio that was blaring out chit chat in Cantonese of all the other taxi drivers working that night. Some of which is quite funny. Anyway, I don't have much chance to use my Cantonese in my daily life, and am hesitant at first. In case he picks up on any mistakes I might make. But I try to be as confident as I can, and assert that I know exactly where we have to go by mumbling some of the neighbouring streets where our final destination was. Soon it clicks and he darts off again along the silent motorway. From here on in, we start a casual conversation feeding on my new found confidence. It feels great being overseas and being able to communicate with the locals perfectly. You feel like you yourself are a local, and your onto them. That you have less chance of being ripped off since your part of the extended family. Just before we are let out of the taxi, I ask the driver if he wanted to pick us up tomorrow morning. As we needed to get to the airport early for our flight to Phnom Penh. He is more than happy to and we exchange details.

Once we are checked in to the hostel we leave our bags in the room and go searching for food. You can't come to Malaysia or Asia for that matter without sampling some of the street food. Its what some people come here primarily for. I'm not naturally a foodie, but even I was a little excited about the possibilities. About the different flavours that would rape my taste buds. About the possible health code violations and possible stomach bugs.  But thats part of the fun with travelling. I don't think you've travelled until you get bed ridden with some sort of exotic virus. Lucky for us, the street parallel to our hostel is Jalan Alor. Which is quite synonymous with street food. We walk hand in hand, step to step, through this gauntlet of touts. They stand with menus by the hip ready to draw whenever someone walks pass. Would you like a meal sir? We've got the best curries sir! Rest you feet here sir! The more pushy ones will block your path. Now this is travelling. God I miss this. It is the street characters which always leave a imprint in my mind. I would be offended if nobody tried to persuade us into their establishment. What they don't want us? Its nice to be wanted. To be needed.

We have some really nice noodles for dinner. In between piling mountains of noodles into my mouth I watch the touts work their magic. Whilst the occasional person/group will stop and look at the menu or even sit down the vast majority don't even break from their power walk. Its quite disconcerting how many people don't take the time to stop and pleasantly say no or shake their head. I would honestly hate to do that every night. Stand out there and deal with rejection 95% of the time. But then again its late. Most people would probably be making their way back to bed now. As we probably should if we want any chance of catching that plane tomorrow morning.

Tonight is the night. The first night we would sleep next to each other. The first night I would find myself waking up with her next to me. The last person I see at night and the first person I see when I open my eyes in the morning. For me its always a milestone. I always remember these nights. Prior to tonight I was a bit worried that it might be a bit presumptuous that I booked a double bed. Would she be comfortable sharing a bed with a person she has known for only 3 weeks? A person she has only seen a handful of times. Was it a safer bet if I booked 2 single beds and took things a little slower? My mind didn't have too much time to dwell on all these questions. We were both tired from the long day and  before I knew it we were arm in arm cuddling in bed. Resting for what lay for us tomorrow.

Just as an aside. The reason why I'm not that confident speaking in Cantonese (even though I probably understand 90% of the language) is the fact that I'm illiterate. I never learnt to read and write Chinese characters. As screwy as it sounds, in the back of my mind I feel like I will be exposed as a fraud. A modern day snake oil salesman. But I guess I'm lucky that I am bilingual thanks to my parents.

Came to Melaka late in the evening after having been to KL and Putrajaya on the same day. Nice big bus station , but not the best domestic transport. I dined with some local guy there who was pretty funny. After 10 minutes or so of talking with this guy I found out that it was actually a girl....well you never know.......at least it was'nt a ladyboy, those are the most scariest.
I went to the city and found some really cozy backpacker places ! intended to stay in Travellers lodge, which on my inspection seemed like a really cool place to stay, but no rooms available. So I stayed in the dorm of Shi Rin guesthouse. That was a pretty cool place with a rooftop terrace for chillin` during the evenings. But some of the guys managing it were a bit annoying constantly offering massage at some riddiculous price, and I suspect it was more then just massage too......

I did`nt actually realize that the room I was in was a dorm, just thought it was a big single with a few beds. Then early in the morning I woke up with some strange guy roaming around in the room, and there I am In-natura!
It was this german high-school graduate, out seeing the world. I ended up spending the day with him. We rented some bicycles and went along to see the sights of the town. Did`nt see all the museums, as there are hundreds of them.
We did go into this boat however which was nice. It was actually a concealed little museum down inside the boat. It was quite interesting as it was about pirates and such. Seems Melaka has been overtaking quite alot with the dutch, the portugese, the japanese, and the british twice !

In generally I`ve decided to don`t do all museums and galleries in the different places, there is a limit to how many museums one can take. And I always made an effort to read everything when i went into them, making it a bit of a choir actually. When I travelled the middle east and Europe for 6 months I did hundreds of those..and saw hundreds of speartips and old jugs. Thinking back I don`t remember a single thing about the babylonian civilization even though I did extensive efforts to learn about all of it from the thousands of plaques I read. In the end all I remember from those six months are the people I met, and the places I saw, and the experiences I made. This has been my focus on this trip, not the museums. And it has been a much more fun way to travel, and I`ve still managed to see the cities in a good way (but without seeing the 1000 year old clay mugs).

So after me and the german kid had seen most the things in the city I really just felt like going to the beach. Then he showed me dome brochure about this zoo , reptile park and butterfly park. So I thought the crocodile farm sounded too interesting to miss. Even though I`ve pretty much given up on animal institutions in Asia because of their horrible level of animal welfare I gave it the benefit of a doubt as it looked OK in the picture.

Then I had one of my usual spontaneous bad ideas. I decided to cycle out there, only 28 km ! should be a piece of cake right ?? and the poor german kid was along for the ride ! Of course in retrospective there was just a few things I did`nt quite think about....like wearing some sunscreen in the burning 35 C mid-day sun...or actually finding out if the roads was suitable for biking (they were`nt)...or bringing a usable map....or bringing water...and so forth.
So off we went! after a few hours and a number of cuts and bruises from staying as close to the thorny-bushy sides of this highly trafficked highway we actually reached the destination.

The crocodile farm did not deserve my benefit of a doubt. The animals there were`nt having any better life then any captivated animal in Asia that i have seen. We were the only tourists there, and I could understand why, the park was shit. Seriously! who makes a crocodile sanctuary with a complimentary ghost house and mirror house....and a horribly bad muslim magical show to warm up for the crocodile show.
The crocodile show pretty much consisted of dragging the poor big croc around on a cemented area, and then opening his mouth and put their hand in it..hooray...
I got to feed them some chicken at some point, they seemed happy then at least(as far as I can tell if a croc. is happy or not). At some point the croc was making a poo, and I thought it was giving birth as some membranes were coming out...good vet yeah !

Then I just could`nt help myself, had to try the ghost house. That was pretty funny...these stupid dolls popping out every time I passed some laser on the floor. I dangled my feet on the laser to make them do some heavy breakdancing. At some point some big rug fell in my head as a part of the scary experience. That was the scariest of all as I was thinking of the enormously high risk of getting fleas or mites from someone else who has had this in their hair. And surely enough I started scratching all over my hands and feet afterwards (but that was just because of the fibers luckily).
Then we had to cycle all the way back. I did`nt want to see the zoo, as I stopped believing in animal welfare in this region.
When back we met a british guy in our dorm, so we all went to see an american movie called quarantine. Quarantine is just the best horror movie I have ever seen !! GO SEE IT NOW! it was amazingly good and scary.

Whenever I hit Kuala Lumpur for a weekend getaway, when I am not on an official business, I always book on Hotel Tai Ichi - located in Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur. My hotel of choice, for backpacking in the city. The hotel is at the center of the busiest street in the city, accessible to the Monorail, and food places. Imagine a Zen Accommodation at the center of the city.

After a looong night and half day of traveling I finally reached Georgetown. It seems to be quite a big city when you enter it as there are loads of really tall buildings everywhere. But those are just residential buildings surrounding the area. The city of interest is quite small. One hardly needs more then a day to see it, or at least so i felt. The annoying, loud american i met on the bus there had been living there for 8 months...and seemed quite happy with that(not working).
The best thing was that the weather is actually nice ! the forecast had told me two weeks of nothing but rain, but I still wanted to see Malaysia ! and it was a good choice, as the weather is good, and the food is good, and the people are nice then all is good !

I found a place to stay in the main kind of backpacker street - Chula pheiI. From there I went walking around the city without really havingt much clue. In that random walk I managed to find pretty much all the sights that I saw where listed in the guidebook later in the evening. There where a few nice temples and Kooh's. 
The best thing about this place however was the great foods. For me that's more then enough to keep me there. Best thing about traveling is the amazing food, and malaysia seems to be full of it. I had 3 dinners on my first day, and loved every one of them(but I can't remember their names though..). I also loved the bakeries here where they have a lot of like chicken curry and such baked into buns and cakes , pretty cool.
Tonight I will go to this night market to check out if they have something tasty there.

I was supposed to leave for Langkawi today, but could'nt get up...i mean seriously...last boat at 8:30 , it's inhuman !
So i went trailing across the island instead without much of a plan. After an hour on the bus to some beach I wanted to hang out on I met a tourist couple that was going to a national park. that sounded cool enough, so I went there. It was a really nice place with this narrow path stretching through the coastal rainforest. After walking through it for 2 hours I got to a very nice beach called monkey beach...no monkeys though, just dogs(probably ate the monkeys).
I did meet some monkeys in the forest and gave them some of my chips. they seemed to like that....a little too much maybe...as i found myself surrounded by the whole flock just at the time I was running out of chips. They were'nt too happy with that.

Now it's the night market, then Langkawi tomorrow, should be good !

So yet another time I turned around in my own footsteps, as I discovered that i had passed a place on my road which was worth visiting. My plan was to go fro Georgetown and down south to some small island on the west coast(staying away from the east coast where the monsoon is...that sucks..).
Then I met a guy in Georgetown that had been there and said it was boring, and Langkawi was fun...so then a few hours later I was on the boat for Langkawi :)

The boat times where at 8:15 and 8:30...so pretty bad. I managed to get up though, and went to a local street vendor for breakfast. I did'nt know the name of the common malaysian breakfast so i just said " please give me breakfast" . Then I got a plate with chilli chicken in sauce and rice...he he...pretty strange breakfast!

The boat trip took 2,5 hours, and when getting there I found a taxi driver and managed to find 2 other lone travellers to share it with. I ended up staying at the same place as Ulrika from Sweden, which was the Shirin guesthouse. That has been a great place to stay, we even got a welcome beer when we arrived...that's my kind of welcome !
I would reccomend this place, as it turned out to be pretty much the best place on the island to meet other backpackers. We met a dutch and a german girl that we ended up spending a lot of time with. The biggest problem here is the couple running it. They are super nice to all the travellers, but really mean to eachother.  They are constantly fighting, and most of the time where everyone can see and hear them. The cozy atmosphere we had when sitting there drinking beers and playing cards was kind of put off.
When i first walked down to the beach I knew in a heartbeat that i would certainly stay here muuuch longer than planned....and I did...
I shall have to skip Tama Neagra and the Cameroon higlands and go straight to Kuala Lumpur after this place..if I can ever get myself to leave.

The beaches are like taken out of another world...blazing white sands, leaning palm trees everywhere, water at 30 C++, amazing weather, Beers on the beach.... does'nt get much better.      GO TO LANGKAWI !

The party was'nt too much though, but i was'nt expecting too much either as it is a muslim country. the beers are cheaper here than anywhere in Malaysia, but still quite expensive when bought from the pub. There is the reggae bar that has live reggae music every night, but it's just a lot of people sitting there and chilling out. Then there is one club 20 minutes away where there supposedly is some dancing, but i did'nt go there yet...later...

Weather sick as I was after the constant rain I decided to leave the city. I had gigantic troubles finding the right bus of course. I truly hate the public transport in Malaysia. I figured since Putrayaja is to the south on the way to Melaka I would do a short stopover there to see the sights there.
When I finally found the right bus I had to sit in it for one hour before it left, as that is how it is done here...no set times for driving, just have to wait till it fills up... Absolutely idiotic. 1 hour later I was in Putrajaya.

I would recommend this place as a half a day-trip from KL, nothing more. There are just a few buildings that are worth seeing, like the palace where the prime minister sits, the newly buildt mosque on the river and the eclectic bridge. It is a very scenic area though, so anyone traveling with a girlfriend (or a girl with intention of making her a girlfriend) could go here for a nice picnic in the park, or a stroll on the riverside hill.
I visited the mosque, it was`nt impressive, but it was still some fun as i met a volunteer muslim woman who told me a lot of things about Islam and this particular mosque. She seemed quite dedicated. She even wanted to give me a english copy of the Qu`ran...but that is seriously not something I´m gonna lug around in my small backpack.
So then she got my E-mail to send the electronic version of the Qu`ran. Not very likely that i will read that though. I could`nt even finish the cartoon version(yes, it`s true) of the bible.

I picked up some brochures about islam though, which made quite an interesting reading as there were attempts to justify things that the heretic westerners were complaining about when it comes to islam, like supression of women. The arguments did`nt quite stick with me though...

So that was a pretty quick trip to this city, which is actually the administrative capital of Malaysia, as the government is located here. There was also the chance to take a boat trip on the river to see some sights and buildings, but I did`nt bother. Getting to the bus station I got pretty angry when i found out that I actually had to go all the way back to KL to get a bus to go south to Melaka. Instead of a one hour bus tour south it became a one hour bus tour north and 2 hour wait for bus in Kl to leave for the south, and a 3 hour bus back south again. Learn from my mistake, don`t go to Putrajaya on the way south, as it is a dead end.

This was a quite nice place to stay. The room was nothing special, just 3 beds in the dorm at 15 ringitts each. The best is the rooftop place where people can meet in the evenings and have some beers (if they can afford it) There is also a Tv room, but it is`nt exactly a necessity when backpacking... It is clean enough as well, and pretty nice to have a 3 bed dorm too. The only pretty cheezy things where that some of the staff kept pushing me for masages from some girl at some riddiculous price. the bathroom is shared with hot water. It has a good location in the middle of the main road.

Landed in KL mid-afternoon. Was going to catch the express train to Sentral but finally decided to go by bus instead. It was the difference between not going to an ATM or going to a ATM to get more funds. The difference between the two modes of transport was 50RM return. A significant savings I thought. Plus I wasn't exactly in a hurry.

Whilst waiting for the bus to head into the city I was pleased to see that near the bus terminal I could get some signal for wifi internet access. So I sat there catching up on all the emails I had received since I left. In particular I was interested if I had received a response from other TB people in KL regarding a meetup for the few hours I would be here. Unfortunately no such luck. So I boarded the bus bound for Sentral.

After spending close to an hour on the bus I was in Sentral. I was a bit apprehensive about getting off the bus. Not only due to the fact that ticket collector had no idea what I was on about when I told him I wanted him to tell me when we were in Sentral so I know when to get off, but also because Sentral doesn't look like the central district of the capital of any country. It was all very underwhelming. I don't know what I was expecting maybe some really high buildings, maybe more people out and about. It just didn't feel right. Plus there were some people staying on the bus. I spotted what looked like the monorail line. So I got off hoping that the station was close and worst case scenario I would still be able to go somewhere even if I wasn't at Sentral. Good thing I was in the right place.

The original plan was to go to the Batu Caves straight away. However a quick search through my stuff and I failed to see the piece of paper I thought I jotted the location was. I sort of knew it was at the end of one of the northern lines and then a short taxi ride away. But was not sure. Without any definite idea of how to get there and no guidebook I did the next best thing. I caught the monorail to Bukit Bintang. I was there a few days ago. I know you can go to the Petronas Tower from there. I would look to the skys and follow my eyes to the Petronas Tower.

It was quite a pleasant walk from Bukit Bintang to the tower. After a few happy snaps in and around the tower I noticed that there was a Kinokuniya on the top floor of the shopping complex. So I made my way there to check out a few guidebooks on Malaysia. To make sure I knew how to get to the Batu Caves. With the information in hand I went outside to look for the metro station.

I was confronted with the greyest skies and some wet stuff coming down. What happened to the sunny blue skies I saw just 30 mins ago? How long was this going to last? Was I able to see the caves still? As my tummy was starting to rumble I decided to head back into the shopping complex and go to the food court and ride out the rain. Surely it can't last that long.

After having a quick snack of Nasi Lemak I headed outside. It had stopped raining. There was only a little drizzle blanketing the scene. However when I looked at my mobile to see the time it was already 4:30pm. I had no idea how long it takes to get to the caves from KLCC. I had no idea when the caves close. I would imagine it would be soon. So I decided to just chill in the shopping centre.

With the caves out of the picture. I was hoping that by now I had gotten a response from someone from TB. So I had to go online to check. I failed to notice any internet cafes inside the complex, so I did the next best thing. Tried to look for unsecured wifi networks. I literally walked maybe 1 hour looking for a wifi network and when I did find one, most of the time I couldn't manage to make it work. It was starting to get frustrating. Even the best known providers of free wifi, Starbucks, were not working for me. Maybe because I didn't have a laptop and was relying on my mobile for all my internet access and it had a crap wifi card thing. I still don't know why it didn't work.

With nothing to do and no one to meet. I resigned myself to heading back to the airport. Before I did I grabbed a Big Mac meal from McDonalds, just to make sure I was fine for the flight at 11pm. Whilst at McDonalds I noticed that they had wifi access. At last I was connected. Free at last. Free at last. I know how sad that is. Without good internet access for a past few days I was definitely in withdrawal. I need it. Checking TB I noticed that noone tried to contact me. To be honest I was glad. I would have felt guilty if Sue or Erna or someone else wanted to meetup and was waiting for me but I didn't show.

I decided to go back to the airport by bus as time was on my side. As soon as I plonked my butt down on the seat and used the reclining function, my eyes fell shut. Finally the lost hours of last nights sleep had caught up to me. I was smashed. I slept all the way to the airport and then some when I went to my boarding gate. Lucky this was a connecting flight, so I didn't have to worry about checking in and getting boarding passes and all that. I don't think I had the mental capacity at that point. With a row of seats found, I hit the snooze button and hit slumberland. Even once pass the gate and into the final waiting area before boarding the plane I had my hands on my eyes and head and my elbows on my knees. In between microsleeps I heard announcements of delays to the flight and missing passengers, and kids chasing each other fuelled by god knows how much sugar they had previously.

In the end. I had a 9 hour stopover in KL and all I saw was the Petronas Towers. They should make a T-Shirt out of that. I would buy it.

After the flight from Langkawi (I would reccomend anyone to take a nightbus instead,much cheaper and almost as lengthy considering all the waiting and such) I arrived in the city and went straight to chinatown where I went to the Wheelers guesthouse. Only reason i chose this one from my Lonely planet was because it was the only one with a rooftop garden. I felt I did'nt do a good enough job on the beach in Langkawi on my tan, and thought i could do some work on it here. I found out that the rooftop garden was only open during the evening for beer drinking...which was also quite nice, amazing views and good beers ! (and sometimes also a good social scene...but not when I was there..)

Best part about KL ? The food, the food, the food !! like any other city in Malaysia! There is genuine indian food, genuine chines food and genuine malay food side by side here, and thet're all super super great ! I must have gained many kg during my time here, as i had about 4 dinners every day. I was even sitting down for meals when i was'nt hungry at all...just because my apettite was never resting. Eating more than you need is considered a sin in islam....thank god I'm not a muslim then !
It is a great thing when I sit down at a hawker stall and start my meal of with a nice Roti Canai and a Roti naan with chicken. Then they come along with a nice chicken curry on the side!. One of my all+time favorites is however Char Kuey Teow which is some amazing fried noodles with vegetables and chicken,prawn,seafood or meat and a nice spicy sauce and rice.
I would'nt reccomend anyone going to nice resturants(unless looking for something special) , as these street resturants have all the foods at great prices. I had the greatest meal for 3 Ringitts(1$).

Of course I had to do something more constructive then eating all day, so I went looking for the Twin towers. About 4 km from chinatown, towards the river i found them (was'nt too hard- just follow the skyline). And I must say that this is the coolest building I have ever seen, even more so during night time (can't miss them as all the clubs are centered around the towers).
It is totally amazing to stand under them and look up at the worlds tallest twin towers at 451,9 meters or so.
I never got myself up into it...but probably should have...problem was that I was way too nightactive, and could hardly get to the ticket office before 09:00 in the morning, which is necessary to get the tickets.
I went up into the  Menara Kuala Lumpur Tv tower instead. That was really worth it, a nice view from the whole city there, and extra cool as there was a thunderstorm going on when i was up there.
there is also a bit of tropical rainforest surrounding the tower, with a nice big reptile park that is interesting to see. I almost convinced one of the keepers to let me hold this beast of a frog while they we're cleaning his box....but the fat amphibian was a bit too bitey for a newcomer in frog holding techniques.

I spent the rest of the day getting to know the city (as well as forcing some more food down my stretched stomach), and this is really the first large city that has given me that true large city feeling. Gigantic skyscrapers everywhere you turn, and everything is so modern ! Kuala Lumpur did'nt even have city status before 1972 ! so it has been growing fast and hard the last years. There is'nt more than 1,6 million people there,  which is'nt much considering I was in Istanbul with 20 million people without getting the same big city feel.
Going to Bikut Bakir shopping district gives a feeling of beeing in Trafalgar square in London, or Siam square in Bangkok. Hypermodern shopping malls as far as the eye can see...and neon lights everywhere....

So I scoped around the party street to see if I could se some good places. this was the most crowded one, so went here. The entrance fee is 30 ringitts, then you get a small beer too. This is quite expensive, considering the price level in Malaysia. When paying 20 Ringitts for a single room, compared to UK this would mean 50 pounds to get into a club, pretty unreal. A small beer was 24 ringitts, which is riddiculous. The music was however quite good with live music and such. The dance floor was way too small though. And there was way too many prostitutes trying their luck, not cool.