Thurs 31st
Breakfast and a walk to the Petronas Towers and park. I went up, Frank stayed down.
Tremendous views. And what a feat of engineering. They're rather pretty buildings.
Light rain on the way back. Had a doze at the hostel. Online banking, gotta be done.
Arranged to have dinner with Emy and Athria that evening. Out for money then got caught in a thunderstorm/massive rain storm. It really does come down out here. Streets were rivers, feet were soaked, ponchos kinda kept us dry.
Into Central Market for magnet and a really nice 'choose your own filling' wrap.
Outside, still pouring with rain, we crossed the dug up roads to the hostel. I said to Frank to lead and set the pace, being that his flip flops made it difficult to walk in those conditions.
What happened next I'm sorry to say was not nice, or kind or reasonable by any standards. A scruffy, young homeless man turned the corner towards us, torn trousers, stained t-shirt and dirty mid length hair ... pushing a bicycle. Odd, I thought, he seemed to eyeball us too which triggered some alarm. He pushed closer to those of us crossing the upturned road. The next thing happened in a matter of seconds but felt like a frightening age: Glancing down to check my footing I noticed he had hung 'himself' out and over his trousers, before I could recact or compute what that was, his hand was planted on my chest, he grinned, slimy, "Hello". Stunned, frightened and then angered - all in a split second - I thrust my right arm up, pushing his off and away, and scurried after Frank. I relayed what had just happened to Frank. We watched him - he had crossed the road and was now tormenting another young tourist couple - waving at them, laughing without a care. They too looked uncomfortable. Not wanting to confront him (or rather not sit in a police cell for hitting him) we moved away.
More rain.
Into Petaling Street market to buy a baby outfit for a gift.
Emy and Athira brought us out for an Arabic meal. It was a buffet style. So plates in hand we dished up what looked good - all of it really. Very similar to Indian food. We sat down and began to eat, however, the rest of the guests were waiting for the time when prayers were called (via a t.v station) and the Ramadan fasting was over for the day. We stopped eating but both Athira and Emy encouraged us not to wait for them. Again, wonderful food. Emy, queitly got the bill. Very good of him, obviously, we protested but he smiled and said "You are in my country, I pay the bill. When we come to your country..." Fair, and wonderful, enough. They asked what or where we would like to go? Genting Highlands was suggested (although we thought he said 'Islands' at one stage!) It was an hour's drive away (50km). On the way out of the city we saw a nasty scooter accident/crash, but the rider jumped up and ran back to his bike well enough, clutching his arm briefly. Hopefully nothing serious. We learnt petrol was only 40p a litre - Athira was shocked to hear how much it cost in the U.K.
Genting highlands is a kind of resort and shopping complex with rides and other entertainment, up in (you guessed it) the highlands. We snaked our way up and up and up zig zagging back and forth all the way, under a cable car ride at one stage. They showed us around - unfortunately due to the continuing rain the view was not worth the wet effort. They brought us to a bar/club with live music. Mostly full of Chinese/Malay people, who we suspected had started drinking long before our arrival. It was live music by a seven (count them) piece band and they did ballads. Nothing but ballads. A tad underwhelming but always good to experience it. The beer also helped any anxiety brought on Emy's driving. In fairness to him it's not so much his driving as other people's, he is a young boy racer truly and I figured it more like part of a fun roller coaster ride than anything else. Soon enough we we're being driven back to Mingle and Kuala Lumpur's lights twinkled in the distant low land.
We said farewell and good luck with their oncoming bundle of joy. Maybe we'll see them again soon?

Fri 1st June
Breakfast and we said goodbye to Madi gave her our details.
How we slept
Check out and another girl was heading to the train too.
"Frank knows where he's going. You can bring Rachel with you too right?", we were asked by staff. Sure thing.
Rachel  was from the Philipines and she chatted to us about her home while we were on our way to the station. At TBS (Bus terminal) she left for Singapore.
Snacks bought and wait over with we boarded a very snazzy coach to Melaka.