Short KL Time
Kuala Lumpur Travel Blog› entry 2 of 2 › view all entries
May 19th, 2010 – by: darlingwish
I didn't think the flight to Kuala Lumpur from Melbourne was almost nine hours. It's just one of those many things I do not know. I was lucky I slept most of the time and thanked the good old mighty destiny that made me teeny weeny short (but not too short) for I could almost stretch on just two cheap economy seats. Though I looked like a frog on valium or whatever else drugs whenever I turn and sleep on my back, I did not care because I don't think I am ever gonna see those people ever again who saw me sleep in such state. I did not see their faces. I am just glad that I was alright and restless when we landed. My poor Mister Bean wasn't though. He was teeny weeny grumpy, but I understand.
He got some sleep on the bus to the city anyway while I was secretly medidating and almost bursting into tears when I finally felt the good almighty feeling of being back on the road. It is awesome. Almighty awesome I must say.
We couldn't check in yet into our hostel so we had to wait on a rooftop bar, that didn't look like a bar at all but just a rooftop with chairs and tables and a couple of other people with food and drinks, on the same building and steal someone else's wifi from another building for two hours.
Finally we have checked in and Mister Bean had a shower and then snoozed back into sleep. I had to do what I had to do which is to feed myself before I collapse and die. I had some really really cheap but amazing meal on one of the streets in chinatown. Could be maybe not but probably unhygienic. I still bet it's safe. What doesn't kill me is only gonna make me sick and then probably kill me later. But I don't mind. I bought some for Mister Bean and he liked it very much, like he said.
I had a shower then went to KLCC and roamed about and took some photos and then went back to chinatown where we were staying then went back to the hostel.
Anyway, we had to go back to the airport again just because we have another flight, and no other reason really. Wayne made friends with a dude from northern Italy with a german accent and I still have to remember his name.
And then we played and drink and played and then no more alcohol. Ivan and Wayne bought a couple of beers because their biggest fear is to get sober before God knows when.
Best Kafufoo Of The Day: The Amazingness of the Amazing Chicken Rice (To be found almost anywhere in Chinatown)
Worst Kafufoo Of The Day: The Cheap Rice Whiskey From Chang Mai (has got to be the worst of the worst of the worst.... but maybe not)
Kafufoo Summary Of The Day: Erm. It's just one of those days that felt like it happened in a flash just because you pretty much did nothing useful as a traveller. Had an Amazing chicken rice though.
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