Kuala Lumpur

We are, in fact, back home in the UK.  It is lovely to be back, and to see Donna and Emma and families again.  We really missed them.  And to see our revamped conservatory, with its new roof and floor.  We also have a new ceiling in the bathroom. They looked fantastic.  Thank you Patrick.

I have now recovered, both from jetlag and the tummy bug I picked up at the end of the trip.  Best not to go into too many details about my last six hours on the plane, but let us say that I spent them close to the toilets at the back of the plane.  Very unpleasant.  But top marks for the staff of Malaysian Airlines for their care and attention.

But back to our last two days of the trip, spent in our lovely hotel, Melia, opposite the Times Square hotel and shopping centre.  Such a comfortable and relaxing area of KL, with a shopping centre opposite, the monorail running above the street and the station two minutes walk away.   And for some exercise there  was a half hour easy walk to the Petrona Towers, via a covered footpath for ten minutes, and after that it was in airconditioned comfort for the next 20 minutes or so, depending on how many stops were made, to have coffee or look at photos or take in the views of buildings being demolished.  This part of the walk took us along a street of cafes and bars, all under cover, and then to an above ground walkway, and finally through a very long tunnel. 

The hotel had a wonderful lounge area at the front of the hotel, which overlooked the street.  Always something to see when relaxing in the comfortable armchairs.

Our trip was not complete without a visit to the markets in Jalan Pettalang to purchase fake 'big name' bags at what we hoped was a good price. Lots of fun.

The Petrona twin towers.  We have been up to the top, with Scott, but not really my idea of fun, especially walking across the walkway between the towers. Lots of metal in these towers. I wonder who polishes them.

The Grand Prix had taken place on the weekend before we arrived.  Walter standing underneath the racing cars in the huge foyer of the Petronas Towers.

And then it just poured and poured as can only happen with torrential rain. So we had to make a dash, under the cover of one small umbrella, between the airconditioned comfort of the cafe and bar street and street with the overhead cover.  We had not noticed that this area was unprotected.  And one does not when there is no rain.

And so after two days of resting, shopping and eating delicious local food we headed off for the hours journey to the airport and the flight home.

And Walter stayed on his feet this time.  No sudden falls onto his chin.  Definitely good news.  Huge black and blue chins are not attractive. And very painful.