Sooooo, not much has happened here in KL. We were supposed to go to the Batu Caves on Friday morning, but we woke up really late after a delicious spicy Malaysian dinner followed by drinks at an Irish pub followed by early morning chatting on Josie's tropical plant-filled balcony (need I say more?).
To be honest, I'm not upset as I wasn't looking forward to climbing the 272 steps to the entrance of the cave.
Instead, we spent most of the day at the pool and then went in to KLCC again. Everywhere was packed as this weekend was the Malaysian F1 Grand Prix, so KL was full of petrol heads (I mean fans). We found the covered walkway which leads from the KLCC Convention Centre to Bukit Bintang - an area which resembles Oxford Street and Leicester Square in London (i.e. tourist trap) - and went to a hairdresser for some much needed grooming!
Afterwards, we wondered around the area a bit. I actually enjoyed the chaos and outdoor seating areas - a nice change from all the sanitised, air-conditioned shopping malls which have the same same chain stores.
On Saturday, we went to yet another mall. I seem to have done a shopping mall tour of KL. Having been to Bangsar Village, Central Market, Suria, a couple of malls in Bukit Bintang and Midvalley. I'm all shopped out and a bit bored.
I had originally planned to travel around the eastern islands of Malaysia as have heard that places like Tioman and Perhentian are stunning but, unfortunately, it is still the rainy season and I didn't fancy being stranded inside a beach hut in a tropical storm... At least Bali is a large enough island to go exploring if the weather is not ideal for the beach.
Sunday, my final day was spent looking for accommodation and things to do in Bali. I've been swimming everyday in a fabulous pool in Josie's apartment complex in Pantai Hill Park Phase 3. The pool is about 25m long and have steadily been increasing the number of lengths to about 30 at a time. It's great once you get into a rhythm. The last night was an absolute treat as I swam at dusk. When I swam the backstroke, I could see bolts of lightning from the rolling red sunset storm clouds and dozens of bats fluttering about like butterflies - skimming the surface of the pool hunting for insects. And when I swam the breast stroke, I could hear the neighbourhood mosque's Imams competing with their melancholic evening calls to prayers. It was surreal and beautiful.
Tomorrow, I fly to Bali where I plan to stay in Ubud for 3 nights for some cultural wanderings, then 2 nights in Lovina Beach (where I will hopefully be able to go snorkelling) and then Sanur for 1 night before my crazy-o-clock flight to Singapore.
Bali, here I come...