Wednesday, November 15, 2006

 

Trapped in the Petrona Towers

It's p...ing down at there, so I'm trapped in the incredible Petrona Towers
in Kuala Lumpur.

My liver has now officially stopped talking to me. No sooner has it recovered
from one night's drinking than it's being taken out for some more pints of
Tiger beer.

We got to a club last night, and immediately, so local girls were there winking
at me. My God, either I'm drop-dead gorgeous, they were chick-boys,
or they were prostitutes.

I'm gonna go for Option 1 on that one.

Anyway, another great night, with a live band doing loads of 90s classic
songs. Our hotel is a bit grotty. The toilet is at the end of a long-ish shower
cubicle. You can sit on the loo and have a shower in other words. Just don't
flush the paper.

Ah, it's all part of the experience.

Right, time to go and get drenched.

Later, dudes.

Comments:
Option 2 is the most likely! - Office concensus!
 
Wahey! You made it, very proud of you. Also proud that you seem to be taking in the more 'cultural' side of travelling the worls - pubs, clubs and...dentists.
Miss you Ktplops xx
 
Invasion of Senor Gledhill! The country still hasn't figured out what's hit them! Some Bristolian mentioned you were keeping a blog and as I'd expected, its hilarious. How have the locals taken to the horse neahing? Take er' easy - Matt
 
Hey KT, I *am* taking in the cultural aspects of this country.

I have stroked a small shark, eaten jellyfish & prawns cooked in a fishboat (Google it to see what I'm talking about) and held stick insects, scorpions and lots of women.

God, I have *such* good photos to post on here when I get around to it..

Oh, and Matt, I've resisted neighing. Having seen what most of these locals eat, they'd probably try and cook me if I tried..
 
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