Batu Caves

Spent the afternoon missioning it up 272 steps to Batu Caves, a limestone hill just outside KL with a series of Hindu temples.  It felt pretty good to finally do some exercise, until a couple of Malaysian guys started gunning it up and down, again and again. Nutters.  The actual temples are pretty cool, and there's an impressive giant gold Buddha at the foot of the steps, but you're greeted by an army of monkeys just past it who are after any food you've got.  One little kid got attacked by one and cried. 

Can't really argue with value for money here either.  There is no entry fee, and the train only cost 1 ringgit (20p).  Having said that I'm pretty sure we were being pulled up the track by a donkey or mule of some description, and probably could have walked there faster.  We sat in an all ladies carraige on the way which was bizarre.  Liss pointed out 2 girls who were slyly trying to get a picture of us and giggling.  It's strange that even girls want a photo.  I dread to think how many Malaysian facebook albums I now feature in.  The token white girl.

Saw my first dog since arriving at KL too.  Muslims believe dogs are dirty and spread disease, and so the streets are run but cats.  We also randomly bumped into the Leeds girls Lau and I met at Koh Phi Phi which was nice.  

Laura, Maisy, Kate, Alicia, Me, Vera & Hana at bottom of steps - after the climb!!



Had dinner at Little India. Love it there. The streets are full of bright colours, sounds of bollywood, and smells of curry.  The shops sell beautiful dresses.  The food was dead cheap and tasty.  Paid 5 ringgit (about a quid) for a plate of 3 vegetarian curries, in a restaurant with a fan and lots of staring diners.  For desert we had some selecetion box of weird sickly fudges and fried doughy things.  Enjoyed the curry main, but think I'll stick with apple crumble for afters.... (which by the way Scarlett, I miss greatly!!)

A roundabout in Little India

Liss has given me the photos of our day out.... This is us with our high-fashion umbrella hats in China Town:

We also held an Iguana.  After asking the park ranger what it's name was I was told politely 'Iguana miss'.  Poor little idiot English girl. 

Apparently Wayne, a dive instructor at Matahari, told Alicia that alcohol is illegal on the Perhentian Islands!! & all the Monkey Juice has been smuggled there.  He said that Black Tip, the beach bar my bag got stolen from, gets burnt down a few times a year when the police travel over!!  Having said that, a police man now co-owns the island and spot checks have become less frequent/thorough.  Not that slack though, Appy got put in jail overnight the week before I got there during a drugs check after he was urine tested for Weed!

Speaking of getting my bag stolen, a girl in Sophs team said she was lucky only her purse was nicked on Saturday.  This girl went out the night before and from her taxi saw a white girl run out into the road crying, with no bag etc on her on her, and clothes covered in blood.  She ran to a police car and got in.  I am so shocked by the crime round here!

On a brighter note, this is our song of KL, shown to me by Appy on  Perhentians: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkH_koweeEY