We’re home, scrubbing away the grime and dirt. Showering like we’ve never showered before.
The plan is to go to Chinatown and shop on Petaling street. We meet in the lobby, one hour later. Technically we should be dead, but the energy and fun is so much that we’re out again. We’re all hungry.
While the non vegetarians all hop over to the 3 bald brothers’ burger stand, Revati has to find dinner for herself.
GTO and Nikhil have collapsed at the hotel. Their legs are jelly.
Revati and Nitin have stepped into Formosa Café, a little place we happened to see on the way. It’s a Vegetarian Chinese Café. It’s family run and they serve Chinese food, that was eaten by the monks.
We stop by and the friendly waitress gets us a few chairs. The food is maddeningly good. We end up all eating vegetarian food. All except N_C, who refuses to eat the ghaas phoos.
KPzen has to leave. He has family in Johar baru who are waiting for him. We do what we can including threatening him, but he won’t listen. Family scenes are happening and he has to go. He runs back to the hotel, packs and gets onto a bus with his cousin.
Then we just chug on forward, tired or not. We immediately all get lost in Chinatown, stepping into various shops, looking for junk. Shoes and tee shirts and DVDs everywhere. It’s fun. We all buy a few things, walk around, drink more Ice tea and then return to the hotel.No more parties, no more dancing, we decide. We’re so worng.
We go to Babareeba again and the Band is overjoyed to see us. Our south African friends are there, as are a bunch of Australian guys and some Japanese people. Everyone looks half dead. There is no dancing and it’s generally dull. Explicable, considering the battering our own bodies have been through. We find a couch and settle down. There Nitin, Revati, Sam, Speedzak, N_C, KK and Ajmat. Ajmat keeps threatening to go to his room.
The band is playing, we order our drinks and chill out for a while. Some play pool and other play fusbol. It’s fun, nonetheless. Soon the beer begins to take over and very soon I am swaying and singing. The band’s also playing down tempo songs, knowing fully well no one has the courage to dance. They play a few Rock songs and N_C decides to play his air guitar.
Just as we’re slightly in the mood, it’s time for the band to quit and call it a night. Does the club close now, we ask. Nope, you can stay, but the DJ is out. We have a few CDs but no DJ. The manager plays a few bad songs. Ajmat excuses himself and hits the sack. KK and him have an early morning flight to catch.
Soon it’s time to open out another surprise. I used to be a DJ.
Within minutes, I’m at the console and start playing a few retro tracks, much to the delight of the bhags, who start dancing. Slowly, zak and N_C join them. I find a bollywood track. Soon the whole club is KILLED with the volume. Attack and the crowd goes wild. Unexpectedly, the speakers go “Ghabra gayi mein hai hai” and N_C goes wild. There’s so much energy that even the Japanese start bouncing.
Everyones bopping and dancing, the manager starts dishing out free beers, on the house for the DJ from India. We progress onto harder and faster house tracks till we’re all dead from laughing and exhaustion. N_C is out of control, zak is swinging and dancing like a madman.
I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
All of it is just mad. And unexpected. It’s not cool, not swanky, not hep. It’s pure unadulterated JOY. We don’t give a damn, we just dance for the fun, for the music, for the friends. And this goes on till 230 am.
I love tiger beer.
Then we all say our byes and leave. Drunk with alcohol, with laughing, with tiredness, with the pleasure of such an amazing trip.
It’s time for a very tired and drunk Sam to pretend he’s yanni at the welcome desk
The bhags are leaving in the morning too. Taking the Bas back to Singapore.
They promise to come and say bye before they leave.
I hope to see them again. When we will wake up tomorrow, there will be 5 of us still in KL. GTO, nikhil, N-C, Sam and Speedzak. The Bombay boys have a flight in the early evening, zak’s staying back another night.
It’s almost over. We’re too tired to realize it.
End Of captain’s Log. The time is now 3 am.