My flight back from Vietnam was without any problems. Arrived safe, straight through passport control, another stamp in my passport, bag arrived, ticket for taxi bough.
The queue for taxis was super long and the journey from airport to KL city was nearly an hour . So I only arrived at 1.30am in my hotel, after the dumb taxi driver, drove to another hotel first, and tried to convince me, that that was it. Thanks god, did I look at the hotel before, so I knew what it looked like.
Still, Mr. dumb driver had stopped, unloaded my bags and insisted that was the place. I said "NO, not my hotel", reloaded my bags and myself onto the back seat and waited until he came back in as well.
We were both not happy, but for different reasons....haha.

So I arrived late in the RIGHT hotel, just had a bed and some sleep in my head.
But the hotel would not let me check in, as the room was booked under Andys name. Even though I had the booking details, they would not let me in.
Took a lot of convincing and finally I was in the room. Not very impressed, as it was a smoking room and - as known former smokers are very very sensitive, when it comes to cigarette smell. So I called reception, complained and they came up with air freshener, and I finally could go to sleep

Bit surprised about the breakfast selection the next morning. A huge buffet comprising noodles, rice, chicken, and other things I had never seen before. Well on a very little table in the corner was also some sun dried tiny croissants and old toast with some jam. So I had that.

Knowing Andy would arrive in the afternoon, I made my way to the gym, as I hoped to loose the ice cream, frozen yogurts, muffins and other dirty things from the last weeks, which are still attached to my hips and belly :( wonderful.

Finally Andy arrived. 7 weeks seamed just far too long.
Went into town, walked through the weirdest little streets. Passed a night market, which was quiet cool, but we were the only foreigners there. Most stands had food, which I can't describe and fruits, BUT mainly DURIANS. Unbelievable. You could smell it from miles away. I am so sensitive now, that I can even smell it, if somebody has eaten it. (But to be fair, nobody can miss that smell....I just know what exactly it is.)
KL has a multi-racial community settled in various sections of town. The ethnic makeup of KL's population varies from Chinese, Malays and Indians.
Walked for hours as we could not figure out how to get on the other side of the highway. Ended up in a local, poor area, and quickly felt the need to turn around...
We ended up at the Patronas twin towers for dinner and then took a taxi back.

Second day, went to breakfast and got guided to another breakfast room, which had continental breakfast...not the Chinese special buffet :) glad they told me before.
Went to the BATU cave, which was quiet cool. Did the dark cave tour and saw the rarest spider in the world. Exciting.

Every taxi ripped us off, even though we specifically asked for a meter. They either put a very quick counting reader on, or drove a extra rounds to " avoid traffic" eg.
Not very impressed.

Checked out very early on Monday to catch the flight to Bali. Very excited and happy to leave.
Well, until I found out that my iPad got stolen from the room. Had to fill out a report at the hotel ect...so lets see what the hotel does about it. We found out later that Andys blackberry is also gone. So contacted hotel again, filled out more forms, and hopefully my travel insurance will give me the money back. It's just so annoying and sad. Wonder why somebody would do that and you would think and hope that your personal stuff is safe in a hotel room!?

After my pleasure at KL airport for a day and the 3 days downtown, I think, I won't come back here. Maybe Malaysia, but if possible not KL....Asia has for sure much better options to offer than this.