No place like home...Thank goodness !!! For those of you that know us, you'll already know the story, basically we decided that we've both worked enough (I've been working for 11 years, Danielle for 11 Months) and that we deserve some long overdue R&R and decided to take in some sights....enjoy

An emotional goodbye was had at Keppal Road train station in Singapore,
i'm sure at the final goodbye I saw a glimmer of a tear in the corner
of Mr Malcolm's eye, it was more like Niagra in Danielle's!!

We caught the overnight train from Singapore to Kuala Lumpar, which
included beds for our £10, however the journey took some 9 hrs, whereas in the car it takes only 3.5, as you can imagine it was very slow and
labourious with nothing of great significance to report...which ended up
continuing for the rest of our trip to KL.

KL is a lovely city, with two amazing towers and plently of shopping
malls (none of which sold Havaianahs to my dismay), just not a whole lot
to 'do'. Our visit consisted of walking the streets of KL, taking in a breath of the local atmosphere, going up the obligitory Petronas towers tour and walking for hours on end to find the sculpture gardens, as well as taking in the Chinatown market at night, something I always seem to enjoy and Dan always seems to dislike (they only ever sell knock off wallets and sunglasses, that's why!!).

Somewhere along the streets of KL we received an email from our guru
(Jimbo) and Dan started a new hunt, for a new lens and tripod for her
camera, to help in the search for that elusive photo, something i'm sure
all photographers are familiar with....  

During our final night in KL, we encountered a more local experiance,
whilst trying to book a taxi for the early ride to the airport the next
day, I spotted a cab waiting down a back street, outside a side door to
a hotel. I went down the side road, and proceeded to arrange to book
the taxi for the next day, but the driver didn't know where the hostel
was, at the point his 'fare' for the night arrived and got into the back
of the cab, the driver trying to solve the problem of where the hostel
was told me to jump in the front and direct him (it was only a few
blocks away), so off we went, stopped at the main road to pick up Dan,
where I'd left her. It was at this point we both realised that the 'fare' in the back of the cab was a Malaysian lady of the night, who spoke very
good English...I wondered why the cabbie wasn't too keen to talk to me
initially....!!
 
That was about it for KL, we've just sat for 30mins trying to rack our
brains as to what else happened, but that was it! Main impression from
Dan was that like the rest of Malaysia (with the exception of Camerons
and Perenthians) she didn't really like it, and preferred Indonesia,
something neither of us would have expected when in the middle of some of the pickles we got into there!!