KL, No Quintess just Bob the Legend

We arrived in KL airport with very little idea what we were going to do - fairly standard! We had the name of a hotel written on the back of the sick bag which we showed to the tourist guys who couldn't have been less helpful! We got hold of a map and found that Adrian's Dad's offices were near where all the airport buses go so, even though my birthday was a week away we thought we'd save ourselves a journey and head there first. Looking forward to meeting the mysterious Quintess Rajoo with our envelope of joy we boarded a bus and headed in KL. Upon arrival we were already upset with the ridiculous heat and humidity and the fact that the bus had decided to cover our bags in some black liquid did not help! We trekked towards the office blocks in search of Marty Boy's office, only marginally worried that we looked like and smelt like total tramps amongst these rather well dressed nice smelling business people. It only took as a little while to find it after asking some bemused office dwellers and there we were! We were confronted with a rather baffled lady who asked if she could help us, to which we explained we were here to see a Mr Quintess Rajoo - obvious! She dissappeared and shortly afterwards appeared 'Quintess', no, 'Bob'!?! an american man who ushered us into the office explaining that Rajoo was away and that he had been intrusted with the envelop we had search long and hard to retrieve - our precious!

Bob, the kind fellow that he is, solved our serious lack of accomodation problems by letting us stay in his apartment - sweet! If Marty Boy trust him with our goodies I think we can trust him too, plus its free! Not only was it free but Bob's apartment was seriously nice! We've done well here! We used the net, washed/shrank all our clothes and relaxed for a bit. Rather confused by being on the 23A floor (apparently the Malaysians are scared of the number 4, weirdos!) and rather impressed with the swimming pools, gyms and views we headed out to see what KL had to offer. We sampled the metro and made our way to the Towers, it was night time and they looked stunning all lit up but I was having some problems with the hot dogs from the flight so we didn't make it that far down the strip before we were forced to turn back. It nearly went very badly for the people on the metro but I managed to make it back to the apartment block and after some real difficulty with the security we managed to get into the building and use the facilities on floor 7 as to not disturb our new friend, Bob.

We hit the hay on Bobs sofas and Adrian drew the short straw in being located in the living room (Clapham Junction?!) and may as well gone to work with Bob at 7am :-). I on the other hand slept like a baby in the spare room, oblivious to any such activities. We had a well needed rest before trying to have a proper evening in KL. We made it to a few bars but I have to say the whole, hooker and middle age Brit scene was not that appealing, especially as you have to pay for the privilage of being in the vasinity of such debauchery!

Thanks for everything Bob, you are a total Legend! Keep up the good work!

The next day we decided to leave KL and made our way to the bus station. Jesus! The place was mental. Seriously mental!! After listening to a fat guy shout what sounded like "Debbie debbie debbie, go ska go!" for a few hours we stood at the side of the road with all our bags waiting for the bus to The Cameron Highlands. After being joined by 4 equally confused German ladies the bus pulled up about 100m down the road so after a short run we boarded and were on our way to The Cameron Highlands! Glad to be leaving the sweltering heat of KL behind us!