KL - Living in a box We arrived in KL a couple of days ago via Melaka, which was pretty much just an overnight stop. But we were there long enough to see a bit of the town - a climb up Bukit St Paul to the ruins of the church and Portuguese fort up there, a wander around the town square, a beer in the shade of Christ Church and an amble through the Old Town gave us enough of a feel for the place to be fairly sure we weren't missing too much by leaving the next day. Although we did meet a couple of guys, one of whom - Chris - was to become a bit of a fixture in our travel plans. So onwards to KL. Arriving late afternoon, we checked into our (very cheap) very friendly hostel and headed out. We had to. We'd booked into a box. Seriously - just enough room for 2 beds and a fan, with 4 plywood walls and (I'm pretty sure) an MDF roof. An no windows. So out it was - into the city heat and smog. God how much we were looking forward to a beach. We wandered and then took the Skytrain to KLCC for the Petronas Towers and, with a little bit of help and a lot of luck, managed to secure two tickets for the final trip to the Skytower (tickets are free and usually sell out by 11am - this was 4.30!). Up we went - very impressive, not so much for the view or the architecture but for the air-conditioning. We loved it so much we spend AGES wandering around the PTs and the mall located beneath them - then finally and reluctantly headed out. We visited Little India's night market and found some food before deciding to call it a day. Or trying to - we walked around Chinatown FOR AN HOUR trying to find our hostel - and Chinatown's not big! Eventually we got there and got to cold showers and bed - although not to sleep. Our box's door opened onto the communal living room...! The next day was up and about, this time to the National Mosque and the Lake Gardens. We had a look at the mosque in fetching blue gowns (required by Muslim protocol) before walking up to the Lake Gardens, where there was some kind of horticultural festival on. It was much more pleasant wandering around by the lake and in greenery - and we decided to add on a bit more culture by looking round the (air-conditioned) National Museum, learning about Malaysian history, different tribes and ethnic cultures and their respective traditions. Back in Chinatown, we bumped into Chris-from-Melaka and reconvened in our hostel where he was also staying, too hot to go out again. Eventually it was time to get some food, which turned out to be very expensive and a bit of a mission, but after a fab meal, a few beers and some well-needed rum and cokes (after Caroline nearly broke her toe stubbing it and I trod in an ants' nest - whoops!), we found ourselves back in much-cheaper Chinatown. A round turned into two, then three, then meeting other people from our hostel, then four, then more, then heading back to the hostel - I was well aware we had to be up to get our bus out of KL in about 3 hours although Caro was a bit pre-occupied with snogging Chris! (I have to say - great guy. One, two, three...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah). So after 2 hours' sleep (whiskey cures noise-related insomnia), we were out of our hostel and leaving KL behind.