Stepping off the bus at Kuala Lumpur was like stepping into a furnace. It's just getting hotter and hotter. Kuala Lumpur was a mixture of hi-tech modern complex's, hotels and highrises overlooking demolition sites, grotty flats, markets and street vendors. On the first night Tom and I went to the chinatown night market. What an experience. It turned out to be our first taster of a hard-sell market, Asia-style. We joined the crowds bustling down the narrow claustrophobic walkways between stalls we were shouted, clapped, clicked, whistled and directed from every direction. By the end we were exhausted and empty handed. We went back a couple of nights later much more mentally prepared and with a new sense of determination. We had much more fun and came out with a sense of achievement having haggled our way to some bargains.
We took a local bus to a place called the Batu caves on the second day. One of the caves contains a Hindu shrine, reached by climbing the 272 steps. However our attentions were soon focused elsewhere as scores of urban naughty monkeys darted around the site throwing rubbish, drinking from cans and setting on the odd unfortunate tourist. We went to the cinema for a treat that night as it was Anne and Dennis' last day with us. I say a treat, it was an Imax and cost a couple of quid. We watched spiderman 3 in the biggest screened cinema I've ever been in. I completely forgot where I was.
So Anne and Dennis headed to Bali today. Tom and I explored further. We took the mono-rail across the city and visited some temples and saw the huge petronas towers, lit up spectacularly, glittering in the night sky. We stopped on the way back to the hostel at a fruit stall and bought a load of the wierd and wonderful fruits for a tasting session back on the hostel roof. It's one of my favorite things to get out on a roof in a busy city above all the hustle and bustle.