Caught the bus back to KL this morning (as did the bed bugs no doubt) and spent about an hour looking for our guesthouse we had booked into. Dave was tempted to stay at 'Wheelers Guesthouse' but unfortunately the great name didnt live up to expectations (flea pit run by the strangest transexual we've come across).

We stopped off at the Reggae bar and paid 1.50quid for a can of coke - what would Bob say?!

When going back to look for our hotel, several people surrounded us wanting to help us and made phonecalls on our behalf, but we still couldnt find it. We eventually rang them from a phonebox and asked them to come and find us sharpish - we were stood directly in front of the hotel!!

In the evening we just walked up to Times Square and went to the cinema and watched Ironman whilst stuffing ourselves with the nicest caramel popcorn ever.