A few days in the big city

The next day Tyron and I had the same thought. Let's get out of here! Only on further investigation to find everywhere else in our price range was of a similar standard.

So we had a wander through the Chinatown day market, where we found a butchers stall with tabby cats in cages next to a man chopping up raw meat. I'll let you put two and two together. We then wandered over to the mosque again to find it was open to tourists. Having never been in a mosque before we jumped at the chance. We had a great chat about religion with an old guy who was telling us about the Quran and way of life as a Muslim. Very enjoyable, even when he went on a mini rant about how the government make it so difficult to cut a mans hands off these days, for stealing. But on the whole the religion is about inclusion and brotherhood.

The best thing about the mosque however, was that we had to wear long purple hooded robes. Tyron and I obviously, very respectfully, acted out scenes from Star Wars pretending to be Jedi knights.

We popped back to the hostel to pick up Kontsi, who had not been feeling well. We climbed the KL tower to admire the view of the city. Whilst I was reading about the tower on the wall I was jumped on!

Rich and Jen, that I traveled with for a whole month in China were visiting the tower at the same time! What's more we were staying in the same hostel (although they had paid out for a private room). After a long catch up we agreed to meet up later for a drink.

The lads and I then left the tower to go to the patronus towers also known as the twin towers. Although they are two of the tallest buildings in the world, we lost them and a 20 minuet walk took us nearly two hours! How the frig did we loose them!

We had heard they were amazingly lit up at night so we went into the mall on the first four levels to get some food from the excellent food court, where they had stalls selling food from all over Asia. 

Kontsi came back from the toilet a little glum, he tried to tell us what was bothering him but Tyron and I were busy singing Rudolph the red nosed reindeer in rounds. 

What had happened to Kontsi, we eventually found out, that after he had lost a couple of pounds in the toilet he pressed the flush button, which was very strangely on the side of the toilet. A few seconds later he had shot across the room. We calmed him down, you can't press charges on a toilet for rape. Even if it does shoot a powerful jet of water straight up your arse hole when you weren't expecting it.

The night display was well worth the wait, the towers looked magnificent. There was also coloured jets of water, twirling and spraying in different angles and shapes to the sound of music. Kontsi had a little relapse but even he had to admit it was quite spectacular.

That evening Rich Jen and I had a couple of beers and a good old catch up.