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Saturday, July 13, 2024

Penang (Malaysia) - Meet your sidekick

Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) - Penang (Malaysia) - Melbourne (Australia)

06 July - 13 July 2024

Penang, Malaysia

There’s a common trap we’ve fallen into many times when traveling—one that can unintentionally become a burden and diminish how a destination is experienced. It lies in the constant pursuit of experiences and the anxiety of not having  done enough with the time you have set to fully embrace what a place has to offer. In what becomes the inevitable rush to create meaningful memories, we fill every free space in our mental calendars with must-do activities, hoping they’ll become valued memories, overriding the inevitable exhaustion and vestiges of anxious moments that underpin what it actually takes to make their attainment a possibility. Certainly travel can be exhausting, that’s to be expected, and its not always moonshine and mungbeans. And to add, there is some sort of virtue in pursuing the journey for the sake of the challenge which resolves in a beautiful, powerful end objective. But there’s also a lot to be said for slowing down and embracing movement minimalism.

After writing that line on minimalism I was intrigued as to what the great Google guide would say about the term, espousing the following piece as a reference; movement minimalism in travel is ‘lightening the load, both physically and emotionally, to place the main focus back on the destinations visited and the people with whom you share the experience’. You see, even the almighty Google knows that there’s something to be said for slowing down, being present and consciously embracing your existence at that location in the moment. So, on this occasion, for these days, Penang was to be just that type of holiday for us. Not for the fact that Inga & I had all of a sudden found importance in practicing travel mindfulness but certainly we were looking for a place where we really didn’t want to force ourselves to do much of anything. Our prerequisites were to find a location that was almost certain to be encumbered by sunshine and warmth, boasted beach access, had great happy hours and included a variety of options for simple lounging.

The Hard Rock Café Hotel – Penang had exactly what we were looking for, now all we had to do was to get there.

A relatively short flight out of KL (just on an hour) and we were landing on the Malaysian West Coast island of Penang. As flights go, it was unremarkable (which is exactly what you want), and as for airports, Penang international was equally as exhilarating. The best supporting adjective I could associate to it was that we found it to be functional, without too much complication.

Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

The Hard Rock Hotel is located on the north-west coast of Penang Island, whilst Penang International is on the south-eastern coast. It’s always of mild amusement to me that when you arrive at your destination, wherever that may be, you’re never truly there. You still need to navigate domestic connections via road, rail or sea and then add the additional transit time until you’re really there. Getting to the Hard Rock Hotel was no exception, with the road transit being equivalent to the flying time between KL and Penang. What’s more, the ride was once again unremarkable, with little ado about anything until we finally hit the north shore and witnessed its beautiful coast line for the first time, but when that happened, it finally did make it feel like we’d reached the starting line of our holiday.

…And then it appeared. The beaming Hard Rock Hotel sign, the bronzed Hard Rock Hotel guitar, the magnificent statue tribute to Michael Jackson….(what now….???).  

Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

Aside from maintaining a tribute to the ‘King of Pop’, I would really like to know when MJ’s music snuck into genre of rock? When did that happen? During the 1980’s when MJ ruled MTV, his music was always classified as pop, and we all seemed to be fairly clear that. We all knew what metal was, what rock was and what pop was. Fast forward 30 years and now you have the of Justin Bieber straying into the capture trove of domain rock, how? How is that at all possible and how in the world have we so diluted the meaning of rock that its just becoming a carry bucket for all things that aren’t Rap or RnB? Honestly, I think we’ve just turned into a bunch of soft xxxx(s) and anything that can be rhymed or doesn’t contain a bunch of stunning random ad-libs like ‘yeah’, ‘uh-huh’ or ‘oooh’ gets thrown into genre rock. As us Aussies would say, ‘Yeah….nah’.

The charming illusion of relaxation

Walking through the foyer, the world of potential rest, relaxation and recuperation opened up to me. I saw bars filled with ambition and ingenuity, I heard the sound of water falling into a pool of magnificence which I could see wrapped itself around the entire beach side of the property. I felt the balmy warmth of the breeze making its way off the waters of the Straits of Malacca, palm trees swaying, children laughing, adults holding cocktails. This felt like the right place. This felt like the start of a vacation.

This felt like someone was being way too naïve.

Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

Let me tell you. In the parenting guidebook that they never hand out at the hospital on day one, there’s not a single person that clues you in on your parenting duties and obligations for all remaining years of your existence. Nobody tells you that disrupted sleep will continue eternally, nobody tells you that whatever it is was that you knew yourself to be the day before your child arrives is wiped off that carefully crafted canvas of who you were creating because you now become  known as ‘Dad’ or ‘Mum’ and with that bestowed upon you, everything changes, and therefore nobody tells you that when you’re on vacation with a 5yr old their needs and demands supersedes any misplaced, naïve idea that you may have conjured up in your dumb brain that this holiday was going to be a relaxing break from the world. Still, I was about 2hrs away from fully realising that notion, so before we get to point in time where reality kicked down the entrance door to my conscious self and made itself comfortable, lets talk Hard Rock impressions.

Hard Rock Hotel Penang

We had booked ourselves into a Lagoon deluxe room. This room had a back deck that gave direct access to the ‘largest free form pool in Northern Malaysia’. So, I’m not sure if that’s quite a major claim to fame but it certainly looked both impressive and inviting. What it did mean however is that you could swim from your room to the pool bar (and back, ‘if needed’) without needing to ever consider standard hotel etiquette of ‘drying yourself off’ before entering common spaces.

5 yr old work-out - Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

5 yr old work-out - Hard Rock Hotel - Penang - Malaysia

Then there were the happy hours. Each bar had its own carefully crafted specials, available at specific hours, which deliberately engineered adult migration around the property to support its other facilities. Not that we were too worried about anything else other than for what price we could acquire several Margaritas for at midday and thereafter.

And then there were the kids water slides. Man, they looked like fun. They looked like something that Aiden was going to love! I could already see dozens of kids enjoying themselves, running around freely, making their way up and down the stairs in their relentless pursuit of carefree delight. They looked so happy…those kids looked blissfully happy.

But then ….but then, I saw it.

Looking towards the bottom of the slides I saw the milieu of youth, maturity and all those   microbial party crashers. I saw the pools’ edge lined by alcoholic drinks and those associated adult fantasies of the promise of fun and relaxation, wiped from the role call of reality, disappearing into the Batu Ferringhi sky like the smoke of a magician’s latest illusion. I saw a veritable queue of grown humans, ‘these adults’, were standing around and acting as nothing more than mature aged EA’s. There they were, catering to the fanciful whimsy and incessant demands of these energy infused torrents of misaligned purpose.

It was at that moment that I truly comprehended what was to be my Malaysian vacay destiny.

Wading through the piss pool of collective over excitement – I was going to be the designated ‘watch out parent’, tethered to my son by the invisible tie of potential catastrophe. I was there to ensure safety, prevent drowning, be a support for toilet breaks, mitigate emotional breakdowns, act an ‘add-on’ to entertainment, become a transport mechanism from slide to pool to any other form of entertainment,  become a Mr-fix-it for all things thirst and hunger related – that was my job. Dead-icated assistant. See what I did there?

Now you see Aiden ....Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

And now you see Aiden - with his sidekick....Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

And what of that other parent? What happened to her?

In the mists of time that became our escape to Penang, I recall faintly the following words of explanation regarding how designated duties were decided, ‘well, you love the water, I’m not a pool person, so please be with Aiden’.

And so it was complete.

From that moment on I did see Inga on occasion. Much in the same way that family relatives in Tijuana look through the walls that mark the line of delineation between Mexico and the US, wondering what the ‘land of the free’ really feels like. For sure, you can see it, you can even almost feel it. And in that space and time, the land where you stand with your own two feet looks no different than the land on the other side of that wall, and yet, you know full well the administrative, legal, political, economic & social obstacle that the physical wall represents. That line to me, especially the part that went ‘well you love the water’, turned into that wall that Trump ‘tried to build’

And that my friends is the way it played out for the next several days in the good ‘ole bowels of the Hard Rock lagoon. Calls of ‘Dad, can we go to the slides’, ‘Dad, can we play basketball’, ‘Dad, where’s my best friend Louis’, ‘Dad, pee-pee’….’Dad…Dad’……and there I was, in the 5 yr old trenches, battling my way through laughter and occasional bouts of irrational emotive outbursts (and that was just me...I also had to deal with Aiden!! 😂😂😂). But I did have the one outlet, the fail safe – that little ray of sunshine that I could count on.  And it happened at those moments as soon as I was able to lock into Inga’s gaze. All that I needed to do, all that was required from me, was a slight nod of the head, and that line of unspoken communication between husband and wife formulated into the internal muted scream of ‘where’s my margarita?’, which then echoed loud and clear in within our collective auditory cortexes…..because now that was her assigned role , she became both bartender and waiter, and she knew that to maintain this gravy train of endless sunbaking bliss, there had to be enough alcoholic lubricant for me in order to maintain a mild level of intoxication that would support the ongoing laughter of a 5 yr old. And so the wheels of this family holiday kept turning. A precarious and delicate balance of relationships, responsibility and love, all cobbled together within a framework of what was unspoken but clearly understood.

Batu Ferringhi

When I wasn’t strolling aimlessly, no more than 5-10 steps away from Aiden, then we all had ‘the beach’ as an outlet. The beach was nice, unencumbered by rules and regulations. We could walk as a family with the relative safety of knowing that both of us, Inga & I, were on the beat. Two parent cops, enjoying Malaysian sands and looking for a place to acquire additional alcohol to support the vacation of intoxication.

I know that I’m making it sound like we were constantly drinking, and perhaps in part that was true, but we were always ‘clear’ and measured. The friendly Frandy Bar a couple of hundred metres from the back door of the Hard Rock Hotel was an escape from our designated escape. It was a place to relax, enjoy a meal, become mesmerised by the gorgeous sunset and become bewildered by their nightly fire show which involved more dropping of their torches of fire than English cricketers drop in an average test match.

Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

Mum cop - Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

The luxury we had was that we could lock Aiden into a couple of YouTube videos whilst we sat at the bar. It’s a simplistic way to divert attention, sure, but sometimes to be effective you need to be basic in your approach.

Gorgeous sunset from Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

Watching the sunset from Frandy Bar - Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

Frandy Bar - Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

 Frandy Bar - 'Fire Show' - Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

 Frandy Bar - 'Fire Show' - Batu Ferringhi beach - Penang - Malaysia

I did enjoy these evenings. This was my point of relaxation. Dad demands were subdued and extended only as far as typing in search requests into YouTube. Otherwise, it was all about watching the sun slowly drift down below the horizon and letting my mind drift to the prospects of future holidays, on days where Aiden will be older….and I too will be older. It’s a catch, isn’t it? Wishing time away now, and then as you get older, wishing your time back. There’s a lot to be said for mindfulness and being present, being locked into the moment. I still have a lot to learn and developing to do in that area.

Georgetown

We spent less time in Georgetown than expected. Which, if we consider are pre-departure edict of ‘not filling up our schedule’, worked exactly the way we projected. Georgetown is certainly the culinary capital of Malaysia and is one of the culinary giants of south-east Asia. A point however which we did not get to experience – which on this occasion was to be just fine. What we did get to experience was their street-art, an element which they are also well known for.  That certainly was enjoyable. Something that you can only really experience by walking the town thoroughly, which we were unable to do but which we did as much as we could. It’s a city that one day I’d be happy to return to again.

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Georgetown - Penang - Malaysia

Hard rocked and returning home

We did rock ourselves hard. We had meals at the Hard Rock café, we dosed ourselves on Hard Rock merchandise (clothing) and tried to imbue Aiden with everything rock music related.

Hard Rock Cafe - Penang - Malaysia

I’ve said this in other posts, but I’ll reiterate here. My like for the Hard Rock is of course the music, you know what you’re going to get, and you know that you’ll like it. Also, I have a love of geography and travel, which means that any place that I can check-off with a ‘check-in’ and an ‘I’ve been there too’ shirt, is something that I enjoy.

I find that these days people are relatively easy to criticise, or characterise, or demean for whatever purpose they need to ‘elevate’ their own standing or worth within the social media realm. Honestly, these days I couldn’t give a stuff as to opinion on the HRC that it’s just a cheesy has-been franchise that is was past its use by date. I don’t give a toss. I like what I like and if it makes me happy, then that works. Did I ever tell you that I like listening to the Backstreet Boys? Yup, that makes me happy too.

Bora Bora Bar - Batu Ferringhi - Penang - Malaysia

Bora Bora Bar - Batu Ferringhi - Penang - Malaysia

Honestly, to wrap things up, I can’t say that it was a thoroughly enjoyable trip. Certainly, I enjoyed the Hard Rock hotel and the location but in many ways the trip felt like I’d walked into a Michelin starred restaurant and walked out with a ham and cheese toasty in my hand. It’s not typically what I would have ordered but it’s what I got given, and I suppose that’s ok. Did Aiden & Inga enjoy the trip? I think for both they certainly did, and by a fair margin more than me, and that’s important. By the way, that’s another thing they don’t tell you when you become a dad, when your wife and son are having fun or they tell you that they enjoyed everything, then that means so much more than what you may personally walked away with. And that’s not BS that I’m touting, that’s just the way that you change as an individual. That sentiment means something, and it makes you feel good. That’s a win.

Flying home

Our flight home was via KL, where we were fortunate enough to book one night at the Sama Express Hotel near terminal 1. For anyone transiting through KL and not wanting to head into the city, do yourself a favour and stay here. Hands down, one of the best airport hotels that I’ve stayed at. I could in all seriousness just fly into KL, book myself in for a few days at the Sama and fly out, not even escaping the sounds of planes taking off from the nearby runways. That was a treat.


Hard Rock Cafe (Kuala Lumpur International Airport ) - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Even if you're not a rockstar, just act like one! Malaysia Airlines - Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) to Manila (Philipines)

Our outbound flight was with Philippine Airlines that took us to Melbourne via Manila. Not much feedback on Manila airport other than a long stay in one of their ‘pay to enter’ lounges where the scotch and cokes that we poured ourselves set us up for a blissful ride back home.

Manila Ninoy Aquino International Airport - PAGSS Lounge - Manila - Philippines

…and that was that

Where to next? For sure Aiden and Inga are heading to Europe in July. Predominantly Riga but with a short stop in Copenhagen. As I can’t afford to take the number of days leave mid-year I might try and make it to a city where I can work remotely for a few days. I’m eyeing of cities that I haven’t really considered previously like Seoul or Jakarta, but if I’m feeling the urge for something familiar then a could very well settle into Kuala Lumpur of Canggu (Bali). We’ll see. It could very well be that I simply spend more time on Errol St at the gym, lol.

 


Saturday, July 6, 2024

Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) - Hardly Rocking!

Singapore (Singapore) - Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia)

03 July - 06 July 2024

It hasn’t been that long since our last overseas adventure—Vietnam, October '23 to be exact. But you know how it goes; the middle months of this year have somehow stretched out like a never-ending Netflix series. Weeks blending, with early mornings, late nights, juggling the usual parental duties, all while finishing my fourth degree. Yeah, it’s a bit much. It’s like life’s pressing the fast-forward button, but you’re stuck in slow motion. And let's be real, I’m not alone in this. There are probably millions of parents out there running on empty, fuelled by caffeine and sheer willpower, all while doing battle with sleep deprivation like it’s their side hustle.

Inga and I had cooked up the idea for a getaway at the start of the year. Honestly, this trip to Penang could’ve been anywhere in our tropical neighbourhood—Fiji, the Philippines, you name it. But in the end, the battle for our destination was won by the most economical flights that could whisk us away to sun, sand, and an endless supply of margaritas. So, a big shoutout to the Hard Rock Hotel Penang! Victory was yours from the start.

Now for the challenges.

It always seems like the weeks leading up to any holiday are just begging for chaos to strike. But for this trip, the universe really went all out. It felt like one thing after another, each crisis barely averted, and there were moments when I thought the only margaritas we’d be sipping would be from the North Melbourne Guzman y Gomez.

First, we had the inevitable bouts of illness—nothing too serious, but just enough to threaten our plans. Then, in a classic last-minute twist, we discovered Aiden’s passport was a month or two past its expiration date. And when did we find out? Five days before departure. Cue the express passport scramble, complete with a $450 price tag and a lot of nail-biting.

Just to keep things interesting, I somehow managed to throw out my back, which left me practically immobile for a few days. Picture me, laid up like an invalid, right before we were supposed to travel. And because that wasn’t enough, I had a showdown with the bank the night before we left, which locked me out of my account. This little saga ended with me rushing into the bank to prove my identity, a mere two hours before our Scoot flight to Singapore was scheduled to take off.

Scoot flight to Singapore

Scoot flight to Singapore

Melbourne Tullamarine Airport - Australia

Our little 'Rockstar' - Melbourne Tullamarine Airport - Australia

Thankfully, with our collective will and wily wits, we managed to get everything on the straight and narrow, all in time to make our flight which had is sailing sweetly into the sky just after noon on a Wednesday.

Budget Airlines

Budget airlines, they are what they are, and all things considered, they’re not a disaster. Of course you miss in-flight entertainment, some complimentary drinks and some other small things which aren’t so important for me to consider enough to make an issue of. The price differential across three passengers does enough to lower my care factor to something infinitesimally minimal.

Singapore

On this occasion Singapore was what ‘we in the game’ know as either an ‘extended transit’ or ‘long transit’, approximately a day in duration, enough to make use of a hotel room, get a decent night sleep and have a few drinks. For this stop we decided to bunk down at the D’Resort Hotel@ Downtown East - https://www.dresort.com.sg/ - and borrowing directly from their website, ‘it’s a resort experience where you can step into paradise, in one of Singapore’s finest nature inspired, all inclusive staycation resorts, featuring an integrated Water Park experience – located just 10 mins from Changi Airport’.   How can you go past being 10 mins from Changi, having a water park on your doorstep AND paying under $200SGD in Singapore? That made a whole lot of sense to me!

Singapore is a fantastic place and my prior experience here have always been pleasant but for this long transit I didn’t think we needed much more than a bed….and a Water Park! Lol

Wild Wet Water Park - Singapore

Throwing up the horns - Singapore Changi Airport - Singapore

Wild Wet Water Park - Singapore

https://www.wildwildwet.com/ - Wild Wild Wet water park was literally right outside our hotel, making it the perfect pre-flight adventure after breakfast. With a 5 PM flight out of Changi to KL and the park opening at 12 PM, we squeezed every drop of fun out of those 2.5 hours. Then it was a mad dash back to the hotel for a quick change before heading off to the airport, just in time for our flight. These days the ability for online check-in, ride-hailing apps, contactless check-outs, it all works in your favour to maximise your time and minimise unnecessary hassle. From memory we left D’Resort Hotel at about 3:25pm, and we were already cruising through duty free and being called to board at 4:15pm. Not bad.

Kuala Lumpur

KL remains a bit of a mystery to me, much like Buenos Aires was during my first visit. I can sense—both instinctively and intuitively—that there’s so much more to this city that I think I’d like or find intriguing but each time I’ve been there, I’ve only scratched the surface. There’s a depth to KL that I haven’t yet tapped into, and I have a feeling it’s one of those hidden gems of Asia that, once I manage to break through veneer, will draw me in completely, no questions asked.

Arriving in KL at night is a treat. The lights of the skyline draw you in like moths to a flame, punctuated by the almost mythical twin Petronas Towers. Standing brightly and boldly, head and shoulders above the accompanying monuments to all things capitalism, these gorgeous towers are something to behold. An iconic structure of not just KL but Malaysia, which at one time in the early 90’s were identified as the tallest structures on earth, are incredible structure of architecture & engineering.

Ascot Star - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Ascot Star - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

View of the Petronas Towers from our room - Ascot Star Hotel - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

For the next few nights, we made the Ascot Star KLCC our home. We stayed in a fantastic one-bedroom apartment on the 25th floor, complete with a direct line of sight to the Petronas Towers—a breath-taking view in a city full of towering skyscrapers. But the real highlight was the rooftop pool on their so-called ‘Level 99.’ It felt like a pool in the sky, an open invitation to take in the dramatic cityscape. We spent about a couple of hours there immediately after arrival, soaking up the view and the atmosphere, and somehow, the devilishly cold water that had me shivering, even though the evening temperature was hovering nearly at the 30 degree mark. Of course, when you have a 5-yr old that’s water addicted then there’s not much else you can do than ‘Do what he says’ and stay in the pool to save him from his own ‘dives and bombs’ and shiver yourself senseless into the evening.

KLCC - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia


Ascot Star Hotel - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Aiden - KLCC - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

The Elisher Team - KLCC - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

For the remaining part of that evening, which by now wasn’t very long at all, we made the pilgrimage down to the Hard Rock Café – Kuala Lumpur.

Why the Hard Rock?

I get asked the question a lot. What is it about the Hard Rock? Is it the food? Is the music? What’s the inevitable magnetic pull that you feel when you identify an HRC café in any city?

….this is not a difficult question for me to answer.

The HRC is a bit like a calling card, an easy sort of verification that you’ve been somewhere, and you can get the merchandise to prove it. What’s more, rock music is what I’ve grown up with and it makes up about 80% of my playlist and about 95% of my live music choices. So for me, and for us in fact, the music is on point, the memorabilia is kitsch but still interesting, the food options a good and the drinks are great. Couple with the fact that the service is usually very good and there are often live music options at the venues, it makes it all very much ‘right up our alley’.

Hard Rock Cafe - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Hard Rock Cafe - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia


Hard Rock Cafe - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Our next day was effectively the only full day we had in KL on this occasion.  We kicked off by taking a walk to the Petronas Towers and then through to KLCC Park & Garden, such a wonderful oasis in this city of giants. Travel these days for me is a little about reminiscing and a lot about trying enjoy the experience through Aidens’ eyes. I’m tacitly aware that all these new memories are going to shape, influence and be impactful, so I really want to make his travel experience as fun and as memorable as possible.

Now, from a purely nostalgia initiated perspective, I dragged Inga and Aiden to the Traders Hotel that front onto KLCC park and had them come up to the Skybar for an early afternoon drink. If you haven’t heard the story, then of course you can read about historic events via this blog right here, https://hdbc2.blogspot.com/2010/04/berserker-httpen.html. This place holds the ghost of 'Elisher past'—having rang in New Year’s Eve 2009-10 here with old  friend Jet Frichot, I had to some back to the ‘scene of the crime’. So whilst here I needed to show the both of them where I made that ‘infamous dive’ into the pool whilst in the earliest moments of 2010 and of course, retell the whole story regarding how daring it was. Although the reality of it all is very different, time always add the additional weight of the bold and outlandish within its own storytelling DNA. Good memories never the less.

Where I made that 'infamous jump' for NYE 2009-10 - Skybar - Traders Hotel - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Skybar - Traders Hotel - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

The stunning rooftop pool at the Ascot Star Hotel - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

The KL skyline from  Ascot Star Hotel - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

That evening we decided to head down to Jalon Alor https://www.wonderfulmalaysia.com/food/jalan-alor-food-street.htm, food street. As the website reference says, a ‘hustling, bustling, cacophony of sights, smells, colours and food’. There are rows upon rows of hawkers stalls serving up a myriad of delicacies, which makes it difficult not to get enticed by all of them.  Also, that dichotomy of the new, sleek, capitalistic, urban jungle is nicely offset in this space. There’s a street buzz of all things local which is as intoxicating as it is fascinating. We settled in for a wonderful meal of a variety of chosen dishes, all absolutely flavourful and relatively inexpensive.

Jalan Alor 'Food Street' - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Jalan Alor 'Food Street' - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Mederka 118 @ 678.9 mtrs, currently stands as the second tallest building on the planet, only behind the Burj Khalifa - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Jalan Alor 'Food Street' - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Aiden identifying his next plan purchase - Jalan Alor 'Food Street' - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Unfortunately this was all we really go to experience of KL. I know that there’s more in this city, I can feel it innately without pointing to anything specific that will confirm my suspicion. I know that we’ll come back and I know that I need much more time here to discover exactly what’s on offer.

The next day we bid farewell to the Ascot Star & KL, heading to the domestic airport in order to catch our flight to the island of Penang.

 Domestic terminal - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Domestic terminal - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

One of the friendliest drivers we've encountered - great experience - Domestic terminal - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Thank you for being a great such a great host.