Arrived in steamy KLwith luggage and sanity intact after a testing eight hour flight. The worst turbulence came via a pair of tiny feet that discovered how much fun it was to burst into a song and dance rountine using the back of my chair as her stage. Who knew a five-year-old's nasally tones could silence an A380 Airbus's turbine so effectively. Note for next time: check school holiday dates.
We disembarked into a blanket 31 degrees and an hour long queue later, immigration gave us their stamp of approval (Simon reckons refugees would have been processed quicker) with ample signage kindly reminding us that in Malaysia drug trafficking offences would result in death by firing squad. Thoughts then flashed to my jar of Hemp moisturiser being sniffed out by the police dog and his military master as we ran from the airport. We eventually found our poor hotel pick-up guy in his own queue. He'd been standing in the crowd waving his placard in the air with more stamina than any anti-carbon tax protestor could muster . He certainly made up for lost time by driving his two-speed mini bus at 110kms/h, Malaysia's answer to Aerosmith blaring from the speakers, using an assortment of vehicles to slipstream in and out of lanes. Buses, trucks, 60hp scooters and the odd bit of wildlife were all victims of his indicator-free display of bravery. Nerves shot, but nothing a hot curry and cold beer couldn't fix. Our hotel, the Anggun is a treat though. An oasis in the middle of the bustling food strip of Birkit Bintang. Off to bathe with baby elephants and paddle through fireflies tomorrow.
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