A stroll to the park. It is a kid's playground covering two acres, and is the backyard to the Petronias Twin Towers. Fairly impressive backdrop. First game of tag in a long time, but it is still hot, and we are quickly drenched, yet again, in sweat. But it is good. After a swim on the 52nd floor, with poor Cindy fretting everytime anyone gets close to the edge, to cool off, we are off on a walking tour of a Malay community. It is actually right under our noses, as the whole tour is within a km of our hotel, and we can see our apartment for most of it (if we could indeed determine which window was ours). Our guide is excellent, combining humour and information to tell us about his culture through clothes, food, and herbal medicine. At the mid point of the tour, a child (younger and definitely smaller than Nate), tried leaving the parking lot (slightly uphill) we were in on a full sized moped. He lost balance, gunned the motor, and drove into our group. No one was hurt. He then got the bike upright (with some assistance), and proceeded to gun the motor again and drive straight into our tour guide, ripping his pants and cutting up his arm. The boys then got up a third time, gunned the motor and managed to drive the bike into the street, again off balance and for a moment in time heading into traffic before getting straightened out. A future casualty of the dangerous roads of Malaysia. Then the tour resumed. Back at the apartment we had a feast of gyoza and rice, and some mango for dessert.
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| Quiet neighbourhood with our Platinum Hotel standing tall in the background. |
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