We woke up earlier than we wanted to. Much earlier than we wanted to in fact. I decided we should go down for breakfast with our bags, already packed, so that our room could get sorted in time for the next guests. So we busied ourselves getting the last few bits together, me taking 2 of our travel books as Edd's bag was horrendously heavy and his shoulder was still hurting.

We then went down with our stuff and sat at our usual spot for breakfast, fried eggs today. Cip ate my extra egg, I just had toast. We finished up at 9.10am and our boat was due to arrive at 9.30am, so had a bit of time to kill, we sat on the purple bean bags one last time to chill out.

I got bored after a while as the boat was late (not by much) so decided to take a walk along the shore to see if anything had washed up over night; Edd decided to join me and we inspected the shells and dead coral that lined the shore. We taking our last few pictures of when I spotted what looking like a fish that was swimming so close to the shore, it was nearly getting washing up on the beach with the little waves. It disappeared for a moment and then we spotted the little fin with a black tip - it was a baby reef shark about the size of a ruler and a half. We walked towards to water and then suddenly a sting ray appeared from the right. Edd managed to get a picture of the sting ray, but the baby shark disappeared before he could manage to get a snap; we waited a while, but it didn't come back, it was a great way to end our time there though. We heard the humming of a boat engine around coming towards us, from around the other side of the hill, so we made our way back to the restaurant area to collect our bags.

We said goodbye to our Dutch hosts and climbed aboard, we were sad to be leaving this beautiful place, we were getting used to the bats that screeched like pigs being slaughtered and the bugs that sounded like washing machines on the spin cycle. We were relaxed, well fed, excited and ready for the next adventure.

The trip back to land was just over 20 minutes and we were greet by our taxi driver at the jetty - the Dutch lady had organised him for us the night before. I left Edd and Cip to figure the bags out and went to say hi to the tiny baby kitties by the toilet. The runt with the gunky eye was missing and there was a new one there, smaller than the black and white one with a moustache, a beautiful cream colour with dark grey ears. It broke my heart to leave him/her/it behind. I wanted to take it home.

We got in our taxi and left for the airport. This taxi driver was as friendly and chatty as the last one was and insisted on taking us to a jetty where you could see the Crystal Palace and a bunch of mosques that lined the water on the opposite side, apparently it would only take '5 minutes of our time.' It was very pretty, so he left us to take pictures after giving us the low down on the purpose of the different buildings. We then climbed back into his taxi and he took us the rest of the way to the airport. It was a 30 minute journey in total, including the stop, and we were early - the flight only left at 1.10pm.

We checked in at one of the self check in machines and waited for our boarding cards. Which never appeared. I then stuck my fingers into the feeder and pulled out 12 boarding cards for other people. Edd's was in the pile, but mine and Cips was still stuck. I put all my bags down to get a better look, but they were caught and then slipped down into the machine. b*****. Edd and Cip were still strapped into their bags, so I went on the hunt for someone from AirAsia to come and assist. A man came to help us and then questioned me on the other boarding cards I gave him, very confused as to how I'd managed to get my hands on 12 other peoples boarding cards. I explained what I'd done and the fact that the machine had an issue. We then printed our bag tags and had to wait 20 minutes before the desks were open to drop our bags off.

Edd and Cip got something to eat, but I wasn't hungry yet so just had a strawberry shake. They hadn't blended the ice well enough and it kept getting stuck in the straw; I got bored of arguing with 2 sides of a straw, so decided to go on the hunt for a Malaysia fridge magnet while I waited for it to melt instead.

Once we were all done, we checked our bags in and went through security. We still had an hour to wait, so got comfy on their metal chairs in the ice cold waiting lounge, hooked up to the wifi and surfed the net. The accommodation that had been arranged for when we arrived in Melbourne had fallen through, so Edd signed us up to a few sites that advertised house shares. We sat on the internet looking at the different types of houses available, Edd had filled in the criteria page and the site matched you up with potential house shares, we then had to log them as shortlist, undecided or decline 'this match.' We weren't entirely sure what we were looking for at this point, so we shortlisted houses we thought looked nice with decent sized rooms - you had to start somewhere.

We boarded our flight at 12.45pm and got comfy; Edd got his laptop out for me to blog while we were in the air, I was a bit behind again and needed to catch up somehow. It didn't help that he'd introduced me to the video making program; I kept getting side tracked!
The plane landed what felt like minutes after taking off - we were officially in Kuala Lumpur. Neither of us were looking forward to the next few days as our previous experience of cities was bad. Busy, dirty and unfriendly.

We walked through the international airport and took a lift down to the second floor where the taxi booking counter was; I booked a taxi for the 3 of us as it was cheaper than the local train (?!) and we made our way to the First Floor, Door 5. We were greeted by a few men who told us to walk to pillar 23, but were then redirected to pillar 22 as that driver was ready to leave. We couldn't understand why the fare was so expensive, but figure it was a city and they always hiked prices up in cities.

One-and-a-half-hours-later… We were in the city centre. They could not have built the airport further away from the city, unless they'd put it on an island! The taxi driver had been quiet for most of the journey, but came alive when we got to the centre. He explained the train and bus system, the shopping centres and other attractions; he also added in that although Malaysia is a muslim country, they still had bars where you could drink, 'it isn't a strict muslim country, you can still have fun like that;' he then ended it all off with 'Welcome to Kuala Lumpur, I hope you like it here.' Considering the fact that Malaysia was the country I was least looking forward to, it was turning into my favourite country with the friendliest people. Absolutely everyone was friendly and we were no longer suspicious as to why.

We were dropped off at Orange Pekoe (apparently a type of tea) and walked up the stairs to reception. I was ravenously hungry and eager to dump our things and go find food. Cip was on the first floor, while we were up in room 25. The room Edd booked was 'superior' but the reality was that it was far from. It was average. Apparently it came with do-it-yourself breakfast, which made it a bit better, but when compared to places like the Rising Dragon, where the rooms really were superior, this was a far cry.

We dumped our stuff and the friendly receptionist gave us a map and pointed out the best place to eat - just around the corner, it was also 24 hours, so we could go there late at night after going bar hopping. We weren't planning on going bar hopping, but it was good to know.

We got to the restaurant and ordered food, Edd and Cip ordered chicken dishes while I ordered lamb (there was no seafood available). We asked for the non spicy option and then waited for our food to arrive. Edd had bought a beer at the store next door and taken it in, the people that worked there busied themselves with decanting the contents into 3 glasses and then removing the bottle - the glasses could have anything in them, the beer bottle was evidence, it had to go.
Our food arrived, in stages, like every restaurant in Asia and I got mine last. The lamb was delicious, but I had asked for not spicy. It turned out to be so hot I couldn't eat it; I dreaded to think what the spicy option was like!

We were too tired to complain, so paid and left, we needed to sleep. Cip went for a wonder round, while Edd and I went back to our room and I sat and blogged while he read the news. I got stuck into another video and went to bed long after I had intended to and only because I could no long keep my eyes open.