Lynne and I are well into our third week in Kuala Lumpur now and I have to say I’m feeling pretty relaxed. We have a nice routine going of getting up about 9.00 am. I could never do that at home where it would be unusual to be up later than 7.00 ish! We normally get to the gym around about 9.30 am. We seem to be spending progressively more time working out as the weeks have gone by. Everything is that bit easier, for instance, the first time I went on the cycle I think I did about 1.5 km (according to the machine) in 10 minutes. This morning I did 4.5 km in 12 minutes. At that time in the morning when we get to the gym we pretty much have it to ourselves. There was one morning last week when we were slightly later and there was an old Chinese guy on the bike that Lynne and I both like to use. In 40 minutes or more I never saw him do any excercise on it, just sat looking at his phone. I was properly wound up and felt like asking him if he had taken up residence whilst the machine had switched itself off due to inactivity. However, in the time honoured British way (maybe not so much these days but don’t forget I’m old school) I fumed silently and used a different machine instead. So, I’m quite sure that our fitness levels are going up and I’ve lost about 5 pounds since being here. Also I would never have professed to being a strong swimmer but I’ve slowly worked up to swimming three lengths in the pool which I’m certain must be as long as an olympic pool. So all in all, feeling good and healthy at the moment. Let’s hope that’s not tempting fate!
The problem comes when we get back to the apartment. It’s far too easy to just sit back and laze around for the rest of the day Before you know it it’s 3.00 pm. On Tuesday this week we forced ourselves into action and got the train to KL Sentral (not a spelling mistake) and walked through to Little India. I don’t know what I’d expected but it seemed like we walked down one side of the street and back down the other and that was it! I thought there might have been markets and street food but there were none. There didn’t even seem to be that many people on the street, in fact it was almost deserted. Judging by this guy it seems we might have got there during siesta if there is such a thing. He was out for the count and I was tempted to get the white chalk out but no one else seemed concerned so what the hey! What a state to get in.
It was all very colourful and also as noisy as hell. They seem to want to deter shoppers from entering their establishments by playing Indian music, which is somewhat of an acquired taste anyway, at ear bleeding volumes! We left after less than an hour sorely disappointed and begrudging the effort of getting there. Once more heading for the cool air-conditioning of the nearest mall we decided to find somewhere to eat. I can’t remember the name of the restaurant as the most memorable thing about it was the fact that when Lynne and I both decided to have the salmon it turned out to be the one thing on the menu that they didn’t have. Apparently there’d been a run on salmon that day, salmon run, get it? Ah please yerself! Here are a couple more photos from little India (he said, desperately trying to make it look interesting). This old bag with an old bag on her head seemed to have lost her way and all her marbles because all she appeared to do was walk repeatedly around the perimeter of this fountain with all the elephants spraying water from their trunks. She put me in mind of a goldfish in a bowl, “can’t quite put my finger on it but I’m sure I’ve been here before” yes missus, it’s call goldfish Deja Vu!
So, not too impressed with Little India. I can’t help thinking there must be something we must have missed but if so it’ll have to wait for another day.
Wandering Wildman 