My adventure started at Heathrow
terminal 4 where I checked into the business class lounge about 12. The check-in
desk girl accidentally told me I was going to Manila which I found quite funny
considering work did mention they might send me there at one point during my discussions
of trying escape England. I was greatest by a cup tea and was the only one in
the lounge. At around 1 the food came out and people must have been able to
smell it as with 10 min it was starting to get busy. Full of quite charters its
all a bit boring really. People just sat reading the paper or in their phones and
Laptops avoiding eye contact at all costs. I feed on the posh free food whilst
watching bargain hunt on the TV. I’m quite upset with myself though that I didn’t
take the opportunity to have a complimentary massage by good looking French
girl. Feeling a bit tired and extremely full from my 10 courses it took me a
while to start on the free drink in the lounge. Too many spoilt kids floating
around for my liking. Some people clearly earn too much money and over feed their
kids with posh chocolate cake! The rich get richer, the rich also get fatter in
my opinion. They should consider paying for a good gym membership and not that
chocolate cake desert. Another thing I noticed was lots of chinos and matching
Louis button bags going round. Anyway I sat there until 5 min before take-off
when I boarded the plane and sat in my well…..bed as it goes.
The plane took off and I was immediately
greeted with a bowl of nuts and orange juice with the option of a newspaper
which I declined. I picked up the food and drinks menu and told myself I was
going to go through the whole list but I only managed once meal and 10 whiskey
and cokes. Annoyingly the guy in front of me had managed to start his film 2
min on the plane ahead of mine. My only hope was he would break before me and go
to the toilet. Much to my disappointed he didn’t and I ended up fast forwarding
mine by 5 minutes to get in front of him. I got through 3 films in the time it
took to get to Dubai where we changed over.
I tried to sniff it to see but all I got was cool minty sneeze
So how does this work. Turns out ill be seeing many more of these but not quite as nice as this one
Getting off the plane I had a
long journey to get to passport control at KL and my luggage. A short monorail
journey and I made it. At which point I realised I didn’t change any money so I
then proceeded to the cash exchange. Coming out of the airport I jumped into
the taxi and asked for the meter. It should have been 80ringit but was 130 in the end to KL as somehow
the taxi driver got lost for an hour trying to find my hotel. In the end after
I first thought he was just running the meter up but he started to get quite pissed
off which when I decided to phone my manager in KL and get him to give directions.
Not really what you want on 5 hours sleep and boiling heat in a foreign
country. Finally I got to the hotel, my apartment and passed out on the bed
where I slept till 1pm the next day.
Clearly MILF has a different meaning in Malaysia!
Sunday was quite boring, I went for a walk round the
shopping mall and tried to get my baring’s round central KL, which I managed to
a point. I’m 30seconds walk from the strip of bars which is handy or maybe not
so much for my liver. It turns out KL is quite a lively place in the evenings
but expensive for a beer. Being a Muslim country I they don’t drink so they tax
drink highly. Experienced my first KL “shower“. When it rains here it really rain and boy did
it rain. Got soaked with no umbrella walking home to my apartment. Being the
outgoing and willing to try anything I thought I would try some local cuisine
so I sat down to a Subway followed by a KFC later in the day. I also managed to
find the office building so I was ready to go in the morning…….or did I……………
A KL "shower"
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