So I'm in KL now, after a very long day yesterday. I never finished my last blog even though there was at least an hour between being called for boarding and actually boarding so here's the rest of Fridays observations:
There was a roaring trade in Take Away coffee at Dome in the airport. Where exactly are these people "taking it away" to? I'm pretty sure you can't get your passport checked while sucking on an extra large, decaf, soy latte.
I know it is said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day but that may not include giving your kid Red Rooster chips at quarter past five the morning. Similarly getting into the Chardonnay in the departure lounge at six in the morning is also not a great idea. Especially seeing that it's from a departure lounge cafe.
The Air Asia X flight was surprisingly good. What the "X" is for I'm not sure as there was a noticeable lack of adult oriented material on the aircraft. There was lots of legroom, the seats were moderately comfy and trimmed in leather, well maybe leatherette would be closer, but still nice. I was a bit concerned when I got on as there were about 20 sick bags in the seat pocket in front of me. Did this bode a rough flight? Actually it was more a warning about the inflight catering. I bought a chicken sandwich. The description should probably be "a something that was once possibly chicken sandwich" but they wouldn't sell as many. It was filled with red and yellow capsicum (odd but tasty) and a slice of thick, pink, slightly aerated, pappyness. It sort of tasted of chicken, in the same was those foam banana lollies taste of banana i.e. not very much like it at all but pretty good considering the fact that some chemicals have yet to be invented. the rest of the flight was pretty normal. The pilot spoke in that odd way that all pilots speak,(with long...errrrrrrr...pauses between.. errrrrrr... every second... errrrrrrrrrrrrrr... word), the hosties (sorry cabin crew) pushed around the duty free shopping carts which everyone ignored (why do airlines still load their planes up with this stuff? I have never seen a single person ever buy anything from the on-board duty free. Except on cross-channel ferries in the Seventies, when it distracted you from the sea sickness, possibility of capsize and rolling blackouts in the home counties). I do have to give the crew compliments on the safety demonstration though, the choreography and timing were like a Bob Fosse production. All tits and teeth too. Very professional.
Arrival in KL was uneventful, although I thought it was called the Low Cost Carrier Terminal because the low cost flight landed there but it seems to be an accurate description of the terminal itself. It's how I imagine a regional airport in Bulgaria circa 1985 to be. At least my passport scanned this time so that was good.
I caught the bus from the LCCT to KL. it's about an hour and a half and cost A$1.75. What a bargain. Unfortunately it drops you in the carbon monoxide filled bowels of KL Sentral train station. It was like being in hell. But with more busses. The tourist blurb describes it as "Kuala Limpurs ultra modern transport hub". Hmmmm, again, Bulgaria. Finding the monorail to get to the hotel was also a nightmare, luckily I teamed up with an equally lost American woman from "San Diego, California" (as if I might have though it was San Diego, Arkansas) and we managed to follow the couple of A4 sized signs duct taped to the wall of the "transport hub" and find it. It was like a shabby version of a Disney ride and I loved it, mainly as I realised I'm quite tall here and can avoid the face in armpit issues of public transport.
The hotel is nice, very traditional and not a big chain. Mainly this means no booze in the minibar and no bacon at breakfast. One of those is ok, the other is a nightmare. You decide.
Today I'm off to the national museum to actually learn something as I know pretty much bugger all about Malaysia except they appear to think marble and glazed tiles are an appropriate pavement material in a generally wet country.
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