My love life will never be simple. Just when I go and fall for somebody, he has to leave to go and work in India for a few months …
Determined that a little thing like six thousand miles wouldn’t stop us though, in the last week of my garden leave we both headed to Kuala Lumpur for a long weekend.
The flights worked out reasonably well considering, but when I landed at 4:30am, I wasn’t particularly looking forward to the three hour wait for Silvio’s flight to arrive from Bangalore. The minutes ticked by while I turned down numerous offers for a taxi, until finally he arrived, and both exhausted, we got a cab and headed through heavy morning traffic to our hotel.
As we arrived, we were directed to the 25th floor – ahhhh, the advantages of gold status! Free breakfast, a quiet room with lots of sofas … after travelling all night, all we wanted to do was eat, shower and chill out. It was lovely not to need to go anywhere!
We explored the hotel and swimming pool a bit later, I mooched around the spa admiring all the nice smelling soaps and Silvio … found a body pump class that was running on Saturday. My first reaction was no way, we’re on holiday!! (I admit I did know the hotel offered gym classes, and deliberately did not pack gym gear). I came around to the idea, but not without quite a bit of whinging
The pool was beautiful – really huge, with the two wings of the hotel towering over it, and a bar with awesome cocktails, yummy food and shisha, I was very tempted!
In the evening, still recovering from travelling, we didn’t venture too far but the hotel had a nice sushi restaurant. I went a bit nuts, ordering too much as usual, couldn’t quite finish my nigiri! It was great though, the sushi in Sydney is not often that varied. The waiter recommended that we check out Chinatown after dark, as that’s when it gets busy and starts buzzing. We wanted to, but by the time dinner was finished all I felt like doing was collapsing in front of a movie! So we didn’t make it to Chinatown that night …
Friday, we headed up to the club lounge again for breakfast. There were people sitting there with laptops, it reminded me that I would have to go back to the real world of work pretty soon … But not yet!
After brekkie, time to head out and see a little of the city. It was steaming hot and sticky, and we walked a fairly long way to get to Central Market. There were stalls outside but thankfully most of the market was inside a large air conditioned building! Fed up of carrying my camera, umbrella (it was supposed to be rainy season!) and various other crap, I bought a bag from one of the stalls. Then of course I had to find fridge magnets, one to add to my small collection and one to try and fit among the crowds of them on parents’ fridge freezer. I guess I’ve ruined the “surprise” now … (Mum, hope you can find some room for it!).
I wanted to go to the Menara KL (Kuala Lumpur Tower) which was sort of on the way back, if we took a funny route back. I was pretty amazed at myself that day for managing to read the paper map and actually get where I wanted to go – I’m usually hopeless at navigating, and that’s when I have the advantage of Google maps on my phone telling me exactly which direction I’m facing.
The tower was cool – in more ways than one. It was a bit of a walk up a hill to get in, and I think we were both glad of the air conditioning when we finally got there! The views were awesome though. From the top we could see across to the mountains, the Batu caves, and the beautiful Petronas towers with their flashing lights. We could even pick out our hotel, it looked tiny compared to how it appeared from the swimming pool.
There was only one place to go when we emerged back into the humidity: the hotel pool. We spent the afternoon enjoying the delights of the cool water and some yummy food.
Later on, we headed out for dinner. India, apparently, is not the place to go for a nice large slab of grilled meat, and Silvio wanted to take advantage of being away for the weekend to go to a really good steak restaurant, something I definitely did not object to. Prime at Le Meridien had won several Time Out awards, so we were both pretty excited about having a meal there. It didn’t disappoint – I had a fillet mignon and it was just amazing, with a bottle of good red wine and tasty bread, and topped off with ice cream … perfect. The company was pretty nice too
Saturday, it was stonking hot and damp again, and this time we opted for public transport instead of a long sweaty walk, to get to the Orchid garden. It still ended up being a bit of a walk from the station – it was very pretty, although not quite as nice as I’d hoped. The best bit was the fountains, where at least you could try and cool off a little in the spray!
By 2pm, we were back in the hotel, in our shorts and heading to the gym where we were the only two participants in Body Pump. With no proper gym clothes, I was improvising with my board shorts and Converse trainers – having lost a little weight recently, they were not ideal though, kept falling down during the squats Lucky really that the class was empty so there was nobody behind me!
I felt pretty damn good having done an hour of lifting weights. Endorphins from exercise, as well as relief that it was done The best bit was still to come though: jumping straight into the pool to cool down … ahhhh, bliss. We spent another afternoon lazing around, this time with cocktails as a reward for our hard work in the gym.
We finally made it to Chinatown on Saturday evening! It was kind of pretty, lots of lights, although not particularly unique – many more stalls with people shouting at us to buy tshirts, DVDs, watches, sunglasses … and it was definitely the hottest night so far. We eventually had to get inside to a restaurant to cool down, where we ordered noodles, but could have had frog. The entire meal that night was about ten dollars, it was unreal, pretty yummy too.
After a hot walk back to the subway station, the train was air conditioned to the max, and freeeeeezing cold! Having complained for a significant part of the evening about being too hot, as soon as we got on the train Silvio decided he was too cold … and they call me a whinging pom! On the way back, I tried to take some good photos of the towers all lit up, although without a tripod it was a bit of a challenge.
Sunday was the last day and after walking around in the heat on Saturday, neither of us wanted to do more than laze around again all day. So we did. We finally made it to the hotel’s dim sum restaurant, where I indulged my desire for steamed char sui buns, can never get enough of those things!
Thanks again to Silvio’s gold card, we had a really late checkout, handy since both of our flights were leaving after 10pm. With an hour or so to go after checking out, we made the most of the last happy hour at the pool bar with wine, cocktails and a shisha – finally got one! After that it was back in the taxi, through the traffic, and parting company at the airport … until the next trip together, in July.
It was a really amazing trip – despite predictions of thunderstorms and heavy rain, the weather was actually really beautiful, and the hotel was just wonderful luxury. It was a perfect few days away from the rest of the world, and I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have spent it with