Today we slept in till nearly ten... Tsk tsk! We dragged ourselves out of bed and Steven had breakfast while I dressed. We then headed out to complete the heritage trail through the heart of Kuala Lumpur. En route I replaced my watch battery as it was a bit slow and I didn't want a dodgy watch in Cambodia. the lady was sweet and I trusted the choice of battery i.e. it was new and fresh from a packet. Only cost about two pounds, which was more than the watch itself but still a bargain. We then continued on the walk, which doesn't take long but passed numerous famous colonial landmarks, many of which are surrounding Merdeka Square. We headed in to a small gallery first that was showing an exhibition on the past of Kuala Lumpur and was really interesting. It had numerous photographs and many small models illustrating how the city had changed. Apparently it was once a small settlement and the name Kuala Lumpur means "muddy estuary" in Malay. From this it has grown into a very modern and urban hub.

The walk takes you past many beautiful buildings such as the old post office, government buildings and banks. You also past a large mosque and Saint Mary's cathedral, where we stepped in side to take some photos. Mum had asked us to search out a stained glass window that had been erected in honour of all the rubber planters who had lost their lives during the emergency of 1947 to 1957. "The emergency" is a term given to the "war" that was fought during Malaysia's bid for independence and the term was used due to the wishes of the rubber and tin workers who felt their plight and losses would not have been covered by the term "war". Her boss Mr Anderson had been one of these planters but due to returning to the UK hadn't seen the erected window.

We headed in and had a little search round before finally spotting it on the west side of the cathedral. The window itself shows the planting of rubber, palm oil and coconut. The main figure in the window is a Scottish guy in his kilt (most rubber planters were of Scottish origin), while there is also a women picking tea in the foreground. Above the image is a image of our lord surrounded by angels with the text "whosoever shall lose his life shall preserve it" ordained on an ornamental ribbon. The border of the window has the various crests from the states and settlements of that time in then Malay while at the very bottom the following inscription is written... "In memory of these planters who gave their lives in the emergency".

The window was very dark and could hardly be seen so we tried our best to get a good shot with no avail. The problem is that the window is actually in the church separating two sections of seating and above the font, therefore received little light. We sought out the guard who was sitting outside and explained the plight of Mum's friend and he happily put on the light that directly shines through the window and wow what a difference it made. The light warmed up slowly so wasn't initially bright but actually as a result was a lot more atmospheric. The light slowly grew from top to bottom and it was like the sun rising through this beautiful window until it finally shone brightly illuminating all the colours and words. This made the window look stunning and more fitting to the church. I then took so many photos as I didn't want to risk not getting a great one for Mr Anderson, while the guy started chatting to us about the window. He explained all about the erection of the window and the story behind it. He was amazed at that Mr Anderson had never seen the window and that we had come to take the pictures thus making an old Norfolk man very happy. He then disappeared into the bookshop and produced a booklet on the church which we happily bought for Mr Anderson to keep. Its quite nice and explains all about the church including a page dedicated to the window.

After taking what seemed like a million photos we headed back out and continued our walk. It took us out past the park and up to the war monument which sits on a hill. Its quite something and one of the biggest and most detailed I have seen. We walked around and enjoyed the tranquility of this peaceful park before returning to the old town for a bite to eat.

W found a large family restaurant that did a self service lunch. You basically fill your plate up and then pay by quantity. It was fairly cheap at a pound each and the food was nice. So far I've not been overly blown away by the cuisine here but its tasty enough. We then wandered home via the central market.

This is a large indoor market crammed full of shops and stalls. We saw lots of nick nacks reminiscent of our time in both India and China and loved looking around. Steven then eyed a fish foot spa and declared that he had always wanted to try it so in we went. The price was cheap at about a pound for ten mins and seemed to be popular. We stood and watched for a min as an English lady had about a hundred fish nibbling her feet... I've never seen so many on one pair of feet. Steven pushed for me to try it so I did then decided he didn't want to any more.... Mmm suspicious. The whole thing was a bit bizarre and the feeling is so strange. The fish don't have teeth so just suck at your feet and get rid of your dry skin. Before I had even got my feet in the water they were at the surface of the water anticipating the feet about to be submersed. At first it was quite unusual and tickled... A bit like some one flicking your feet but you soon get used to it and I began to relax, although they seemed more interested in my lower legs than my feet and after a while my lower legs were a little sore from the constant attention. After ten minutes I pulled my feet out and surprisingly they were a little softer even after being dried. They even remained soft after I had walked back to the hostel in my flip flops through the dust and such.

On returning to the hostel we had about an hour till we had to go and collect our passports. We sat down and had a cuppa before Steven declared he now wanted to go to Brunei??? I don't know where that even came from haha... I just laughed and couldn't believe him. He spends the past month getting stressed about Myanmar/Burma and how on earth we are going to backpack and such there, now that's relatively sorted he brings up Brunei. Its like he wants to be permanently stressed or needs a challenge. While I uploaded the blogs he headed off in search of passport photos (loves to do his admin) then retuned having had several taken.

By now it was nearly three a he set off to the embassy to collect the visas. He told me to stay behind as it looked like it was about to chuck it down and we could also save the metro fare lol. So I stayed behind and chatted with my sister while doing the blog. At about half five he sprung up the stairs clutching our passports complete with visas whoop whoop! How exciting... Part of me thought we would get rejected but alas we are to enter Myanmar/Burma.

After he arrived back at the hostel I went for a shower and actually found the hot showers... Today is a good day. I stayed in there for way longer than I should have enjoying the warmth and giving my hair a good conditioning before finally emerging out into the cool bath room and reality. After I had finished getting dried and dressed we decided to head out for a bite to eat and as it was our last night we thought we would head to little India. I put on my new dress... Painted on a bindi and set off in the direction of central market where apparently the food is. We wanted to go to Brickfields to see the other little India but it was raining so wouldn't be as fun.

We arrived at the central market and headed in to search out the Indian food but only really found Asian, however outside there was a small cafe that was Indian so we sauntered in. The guy was really friendly and the food looked okay, obviously wouldn't compare to proper Indian curries but was a curry all the same. We ordered a spicy beef masala (beef?? See definitely not Indian), a chicken curry and some rice and roti. The food was nice and actually quite large in quantity although not compared to India so I think our stomachs have shrunk. After we had finished we sat reminiscing about our trip so far and how long ago India and China seemed. We were trying to remember what were our fave treats and snacks through the different countries.... In India it was lays masala or spicy tomato crips as well as butter biscuits, in China it was Oreos and sesame snaps, in Japan we loved Nars chocolate and hoop crisps while Thailand was cornettos lol.

After we had finished another lengthy conversation on food we headed off to the Petrona towers to see them at night. The girl as the hostel had told us about the "Traders" hotel where they had a sky bar overlooking the towers and the prices weren't too extortionate. We headed off and jumped on the free bus, when two very strange lads got on... One was inhaling something from a bag and the other kept grinning and staring at me (he was sitting on the chair in front). After sitting for about ten mins we were debating getting off but then the driver turned up and we left. The two boys kept staring at us and were acting really weird... They were definitely high on something and I hoped they weren't getting off at our stop, they did!

We walked fast ...well I did and Steven just told me not to worry but as I have learnt from many past situations ...my instincts are normally correct. We entered the pavilion complex and were soon at the park behind the towers and wow they looked beautiful... Very bright and twinkly. We headed into the Traders hotel and up to the 33rd floor to the sky bar. First thing we did was head to the toilets... Then met out in the bar. The bar itself is very dark and atmospheric and had a pool in the middle, we looked at the prices... Three pounds for a coke or about six pounds for a beer and I refused to buy one. Steven said we would have to go if we weren't buying but I thought it was too busy for anyone to notice us. I shuffled behind a high table by the window and started snapping away and wow what a view... We got some really beautiful shots. The German guy at the table kept looking at me strangely so I apologised and said we would be gone in a min. He laughed and said carry on... After we had finished I said Danke schon to the table and left. The door man looked at us with a funny look as we scurried out as we had clearly drank the fastest drink in history.

After leaving Steven said he would treat his beau to a coffee but we never did as we with knew we had free coffee at the hostel and I'm not a massive fan of going for coffee and the tea is always gross. We looked around the shops for a while before they closed at ten then jumped on the metro home. Once back in the hostel we settled down for a cup of coffee and I uploaded the Malaysia pics. I wasn't sure what the Internet was like in Cambodia and didn't want Mr Anderson waiting too long to see his special window... Then we passed out.