Post lunch our shutterbug KK gives a whole new meaning to the words “toys for boys” Lot 10 is a great looking mall. Though we buy nothing, it’s still fun.
The Malaysian language has no script and it has adopted the English script for it’s language. However to simplify matter, things are written exactly as pronounced. Letters such as X and C are simply dropped. Words like Ekspres, Kolej and Kompleks are a common sight. Also due to the dialect, it is comoon to drop the last bit (like lot taay for lot 10) this trend is carried forward in writing. Ristoran and lif (restaurant and lift)We find this most amusing in a boyish, stupid narrow minded sort of way and laugh at every word that comes our way in Malay. Words such as pinggu and Pintu (doors) and of course the sign for the fire lift in our hotel, Lif Bomba. These are defined as cheap thrills. We keep saying things like “Gautam, pintu ko khol” and collapse in peals of laughter while locals look at us and wonder what’s wrong with us.
The Malaysian word for thank you is Terima Kasih. Perfectly pronounced as Teri Maa Ka C. It would be normal under circumstances where you were playing scrabble with a few friends and your mom joins in, drops a letter and your friend picks it up, looks at you and says “This is your Mother’s C” Teri Maa Ka C. However in this case, it was weird at first. Then we thoroughly enjoyed it and used it randomly, emphasizing on the first 3 syllables. They would burst into a big smile and say “Sawa Sawa” and both our days were made. “Gautam Pintu khol” NC opens door. “Terima Kasih” haha. More cheap thrills. Sigh. We’re so lame.
Anyways, We then get back to the hotel to drop off whatever knick knacks we’ve managed to buy so far. Speak to Ajmat, to realize that GTO, Nikhil and him have gone to Menara KL, the radio tower.
The 4 of us then catch a cab and go there. The taxi driver looks like a shaolin monk and his driving style is similar to the 36th Oil chamber.
We go to the hugely tall and most impressive Menara and right at the bottom we meet GTO and Nikhil, chugging on some shakes.
Buy tickets and get onto a ear poppingly quick elevator to the viewing base. This tower really really high, second only to the twin Petronas Towers. They offer us headphones and a machine, we politely refuse. Then we find out it’s free so we take it. Heh heh. And sitting right on top is our own M. AAM. (Ajmat)
It’s a stunning view. No pictures can do justice to the sights. KL is superbly engineered and most buildings look like they’re proving a point.
They have these OhmyGawd binoculars everywhere for our use and KK tries to get himself a free zoom lens. I don’t agree with his methods and voice my concern in the background.
In fact in my belief KK should have paid half the package price as most of the time he saw KL with one eye.
We take a few pics of ourselves next to the petronas towers. Nice.

Here’s Ajmat, happy to be there.

GTO and Nikhil

Maay hoon KP. Oh jee koi dikkat nahi.
And here’s one group sex.
Now we are ready for a shower and change. We descend and GTO gets us 2 cabs back to the hotel.

Here's Chillesh and coolesh in the cabride home.
We return to the hotel and I did some asking around, to find out about the plans for the evening out. I check with the pretty concierge and find out there is a street created for our evening. Called Jalan Ramlee. (Peals of laughter)
Right under the Petronas Towers, we are told. Later we find out, repeatedly that the Malaysian definition of a short walk is 30 minutes.
We retire to our rooms for a quick shower and in my case, a shave.
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