Skybar and a Dance Routine

 Visitors, Skybar and a Hari Riya Dance Routine 

So, getting on for 4 weeks ago now Cherrie and Louise came to stay at my place for a few days in the early stages of their month long trip round South-East Asia. Long before i came out here, and after they had already booked their trip we put to and to together and realised that since i would be moving out to KL, it would be a perfect place for them to crash.

Imagine a sewer full of rats gorging themselves on your hooves.

Anywho, after a bit of a kerfuffle and having to miss one of my weekly company netball sessions i met them at KL Central, took a couple of days off work and showed them some of KLs more touristy spots. KLCC, The Patronas Towers, China Town, Fish Foot spa etc etc...

We chilled at my place and went for a swim while everyone else enjoyed another 8:30 to 5 day in the literal fridge that is our HQ, and i worked on my tan in my long needed progression from the Milkmans sun to an Expat with the look of old boiled leather about him.

Stolen from Louise

 In general, their visit had an alarming effect on my bank balance, going for cocktails the first night, out in Changkat to the standard haunt the second, then onto the illusive Skybar the third. My hopes of taking it easy on my wallet to prepare for the upcoming Perhentian and Singapore trips already dashed, we dressed up and made for the illustrious skybar, based on the umpteenth floor of the Traders hotel in KLCC. This was meant to be one of if not the best spot in Kuala Lumpur for a drink, and up there with some of the best skybars in the world.

Silly View (Stolen from Louise)

And the bar itself (Stolen from Godhania)

Well, the view was incredible, and the bar itself was beautiful with a swimming pool taking up most of the interior floor space. This resulted in several near miss experiences walking to and from the bar over the course of the night, culminating with myself at one point having to pivot on one trembling leg and almost throw myself into the booth belonging to a group of Asians lest i fall head first into the crystal blue water.

Some of Us and the Aussies

Cherrie and Louise began to use their feminine wiles on a group of Inebriated Australians (eternally living up to their worldwide stereotypes as wreck heads, good on em) and soon enough they found drink after drink (i believe it was Pina Colada) supplied and bought for by the son of the owner of UPS, or something like that anyway. After getting myself out of a tricky situation where i almost agreed to jump in with the most pissed of the lot as a final act of defiance to stick it to the man and get chucked out, another member of their group invited us to stay at his place in Sydney next year (our company hopefully will give us a holiday there in May'ish time). Suffice to say i got his number, and will almost certainly/ perhaps give it a ring when the time comes. Saying that there's a rather large chance he won't remember at all.

Later on that night the same guy planked off the side of the building, resting his body on the pane of glass whilst his head and upper torso stuck out defiantly into the night sky on lets say the 30th floor. Admiringly wreckless as it was, after the 3rd attempt by as many people security warned that one more time and we would all be out, so everyone sat back down and resigned themselves to the bottles of belvedair largely bought and paid for by our Aussie Friends.

I spent a good 4-5 hours in this place, forcing people to go early as i was paranoid that we wouldn't get in past 7.

Crazy view, myself and the girls (Stolen from Mitchell)

A most excellent night out followed this, but since anyone reading this is surely bored by now of photos featuring myself pulling inappropriate and downright grotesque facial expressions after one to many tequilas, i shall go into no further details.

Other things that happened:

• Going for a swim at 3am back at the villa which got everyone in a bit of trouble, but such is life.

• Crashing a private function of the KL players, a local English Ex-Pat Pantomine production that i later joined (i am still waiting for a call back)

Group Shot

• We gruellingly trained for and then undertook a Hari Riya Dance routine in front of the entire company, in the fashion of local Malaysian tradition. I don't think it's wrong to say that almost none of us were looking forward to it, but in the end it was a right laugh and i ended up starting an impromptuconga line round the office. Dancing is not something that comes naturally to me, i am far to tall and off balance to move with any grace, and my body was far to sober to usually undertake such a thing (This of course being of Muslim Tradition). Pooja has a most excellent video, but after being boycotted by everyone else i doubt it will see the light of day.

Next up: trip to Perhentian Islands.

Selamat, Bitches