After a short but sweet 3 hour journey we arrive in the Malaysian capital, Kuala Lumpur and the first thing that happens to us, the taxi driver rips us off of course. Our guest house resembled a young offender's detention centre but it lies in the heart of Chinatown so it can't be all that bad…so we thought. Waking up the next day to find cockroaches crawling up the walls from the skirting board we ran out that room quicker than Usain Bolt.
We met up with our good friends who we met in Cambodia, the Malaysia Biker club boys, led by Mani. We are honoured to be invited to a Hindu wedding reception of one of the rider's nephews. We were the only western and white attendees but they welcomed us with open arms. All the women were dressed in the most beautiful saris. Their wrists gleamed with glamorous jewels and their hair immaculate. Some of the men could have scrubbed up better but generally everyone was suited and booted. We enjoyed a delicious Indian spread, mutton, chicken, dal and other veggies where piled high and everyone's plates were as well. After we'd eaten a bottle of whiskey was plonked on the table and that's when the celebrations began after one bottle after another emptied. A crazy old Indian man got the dancing starting and the guys where jeering me to dance as they'd seen my disco moves in Cambodia. The lights went low and they chanted my name to dance so I made a quick dash to the toilets. Phew! However, on my return the old dancing man grabbed me and dragged me to the dance floor. Everyone was watching us throwing some shapes, Rachel and co came to my aid and we danced the night away to classic and modern Hindi hits. Leaving the wedding we jump on the back of the guys Harley Davison Bikes (woohoo!) and head for a bar. Being on a motorbike is one thing but driving around on a Harley is another. It's like a lion roaring through the night, the sound it makes is magic. Every other driver stares and smiles while you wiz past them. It's the best way to see Kuala Lumpur; it really comes alive at night. The skyline is alight with bright lights and you get to see them in all their glory with the wind blowing through your hair. Arriving at the bar all the other club goers whip out their mobile phones and take snaps of the bikers and us. It's the closest thing to a celebrity life we'll ever get. Jugs and jugs of beer keep arriving at our table and a yummy snack of deep fried anchovies, chillies and other veggies. It's a trendy bar filled with mainly locals but everyone gets up to dance to the club sounds of Ibiza. In the wee hours we ride back to our hotel before picking up a tasty rice snack, similar to nasi lemak. At the end of the evening I learn a very important lesson always get on a bike on the right hand side or you'll end up with an exhaust burn like I did ;( Nevertheless it was a fantastic day. We love the Malaysian biker club!
Next day we put on our tourist hats and travel around the city. The transport system can be a little challenging at times as the tourist sites aren't generally near station only major roads so you'll have to run for your life across a motorway then do a small hike to your destination. Or come out the wrong exit at Central and end up using the loos at the Hilton hotel. The butterfly park is beautiful but you're in a sauna so be prepared to sweat a lot. I left with some sexy sweat lines on my clothes. A little up the road is the bird park. It's pricey but amazing. Peacocks, storks and other exotic birds roam free. We did get caught in a monsoon half way through but getting our photo with a parrot and hornbill made up for it. During the evening we went on a small hike to the KL Towers and Twin Towers (Petronas Towers). Amazing pieces of architecture and best seen at night.
Our last day in Kuala Lumpur and we had to go to the British Embassy to pick up replacement traveller card that was stolen in Hanoi. It was harder to get into than the country itself but for 15 minutes we were on home turf ;D That evening we were invited out for dinner at one of the biker's home, Subra. He lives very close to an amazing spectacle, the Batu Caves. It's a system of caves, one being a Hindu temple and has almost 300 steps to reach it. Outside is a giant 140ft statue of Murga (the highest in the world) guarding it. At Subra's home his wife cooked the most amazing food and it went down like a treat. We then drove to Genting, a Chinese theme Park/Casio. It was our first experience at gambling and I don't think lady luck was with us. DOH! Outside, the casino entrance, crowds had gathered to watch the firecrackers that were to go off at midnight. They filled the air with loud blasts of thick grey smoke, in celebration for the Chinese New Year. On our drive back to Kuala Lumpur, the sky was lit with fireworks, as the celebrations continued into the night. It was the perfect end to our travels through Malaysia.