Team-BHP @ Sepang 2007 report - almost a blog

ajmat · 12th April 2007, 15:52

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Originally Posted by normally_crazy

Await the Captains next blog for the answer Navin

Well, one can get all sorts of rentals anytime, anyday

sammyboy · 12th April 2007, 17:28

Wow , that was totally worth the wait ....extremely entertaining and beautifully narrated Sam ... waiting for the next log

Sam Kapasi · 12th April 2007, 19:39

We’re back to our rooms and soon we’re squeaky clean and ready to hit the streets of KL. Time to phone everyone’s room and shake them up.
GTO and Nikhil have gone to an Indian restaurant. To tell you the truth, GTO’s having a tough time food wise.

By the end of this trip, he will have baked beans coming out of his ears. Let’s face it, the far east isn’t too easy on a pure vegetarian.
We call nitin, but unfortunately, revati isn’t doing too well. Sun Stroke perhaps? He says they’ll stay in the room and cuddle her sicknesses away. We cannot argue with that.

Again, we have absolutely no idea about Ishan’s pals, Neel and Manjesh. That leaves NC, Sam, KK, KP, Zak and Ajmat to hit the road. We go shopping together. First we stop at the cart of the 3 bald brothers for a totally AWE inspiring home style burger and a juice.

We stop by the concierge and try to book a mini van for all of us to the race. We succeed with some difficulty. It’s about RM550 for a return trip in a Mercedes Van for 14. We book it.
During the entire long walk to Bukit Bintang, zak is walking gingerly, in a strange manner. He keeps wanting to step inside shops that sell underwear. Turns out junior Zak is unprotected from the heat. The bearded boy has forgotten to pack any essentials and is GI Joeing, dangling away into Kuala Lumpur.
In the course of shopping, we manage to help Junior Zak. We all manage to buy some stuff. In all the excitement we’ve forgotten how tired we really are. NC buys a rather large present for his girl and it’s getting impossible to cart around. Ajmat has forgotten his wallet and feels naked without it. Yes, even worse than Zak.

Ajmat and I offer to go back to the hotel with all the shopping, we hope to get a cab, but most just turn their noses up at us and we end up walking back. Once everything is dropped off, we walk back again. This walking is getting a bit much.
We catch up with the boys, who are crumpled onto the pavement, holding various appendages. They’re all tired and cannot walk. We manage to get one taxi, send 3 of them off while the rest walk back again.

There’s a really nice hawker centre right under the hotel. We want to eat Satay, the kind that is boiled in stock. Everyone gets onto a small table on the pavement and I go out and choose a decent quantity of satays. He brings it all and asks for 8 ringgit. Ajmat asks again and we’re all staring open mouthed. 18? Says ajmat. EIGH’ ringgit. Wow, that’s cheap, for prawns and chicken and fish and the works.

We order local Ice tea first, followed by cans of Lipton ice tea. Then order some Mee goring. And then some more. And then Some more. It’s all too good. We can see the radio tower from where we sit. Suddenly BOOM BOOM, BAM. There’s an insane fireworks display. There’s an F1 party at the Menara KL and the fireworks are incredible. We’re just sitting there, open mouthed, chopsticks in our hands. WOW! WOO HOO! Ajmat puts it correctly. “This is the life, eh boys? Great food, sitting on the street, good looking people walking by and now the most amazing fireworks.” He is right, it’s dinner AND a show. And cheap.

Many cans and noodles later we get a ridiculous bill of 15 or 20 ringgit. Wow.

As we’re already under the hotel, we just go to the lobby for a smoke.

We hear some dull boom boom music in the otherwise quiet lobby. It’s past midnight, we look up. There’s a club called Babareeba in our hotel. Well, why not, just a nightcap.
We walk in and it’s quiet inside. Just 5 south Africans. 2 couples, the ladies are older but beautifully dressed, the guys are smiling and having fun and there’s a big fat guy in short pants. He’s crazy.
We sit on the sofas and order a round of drinks. Soon a very pleasant lady comes up to our table and generally chats up. Where are we from? Welcome to KL, they will be starting soon. I gather she is the singer for the in house band, Soul Secret.

We look around. There is a pool table, Foosbol and a giant screen with some PS2 racing. We drift around, playing games and chugging on our drinks.

Soon the band starts. Without warning, the 5 south Africans start whooping and dancing and generally having a great time. Suddenly crazy guy comes up to us and insists we join them.

Before we can say no, a mad bearded man in pajamas is going WHEE, clapping hard, swinging his head and dancing on the floor. Some people, really, we say, shaking our head. But wait! It’s our Speedzak!!

Soon we have no choice either. Crazy south African man insists we dance or he will moon us with his white backside. We laugh, but he really does it, so we all start dancing to prevent a relapse.
Initially a bit weird, later just fun fun fun. Did I mention that it was fun? I’m singing, nay yelling. Everyone’s dancing and taking pictures. Actually, let me rephrase that, we’re dancing and KK is taking pictures. Crazy guy starts buying drinks.

Then in walks in Porsche club owner with a trained professional. They’re like Patrick Swayze and what’s her name in Dirty Dancing. Only without the dancing. Crazy guy buys him a drink and tries to dabao her simultaneously. A stern word sends him back to us.

We’re still having fun. Dancing, forming a circle and jumping in turn by turn. Us and the south Africans. It’s just fun. SO much for a nightcap, we dance till 0230. Legs have turned to jelly. We sit and have long meaningless discussions with foreigners, who remark that for Indians, we speak English rather well. I take mild offense to that statement (only marginally, spiced with humour and whiskey) and effectively prove to them that Indians speak better English than they do.

We go down to the concierge and he gives us a bunch of Formula one posters.
It’s been a crazy eventful day. Tomorrow is race day.

End of Captains log. The time now is 0245. End of Day Two.

AshOnTheRocks · 12th April 2007, 21:29

Hey Sam,

Hilarious recount of the events at KL...!! Amazingly funny narration :-). I am laughing to myself !! Waiting for more rib tickling piece..

ciao

NSX · 12th April 2007, 22:19

hey boys,

these pictures definately look like a Rock band on a GIG. GTO and I missed this one then, dont feel like it anymore.

waiting eagerly for your accounts of the race day and the actual race. the maclaren dudes (including me) have been waiting for this since september 2005..

esteem_lover · 12th April 2007, 23:19

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