I have always had this wish to write about a place right from the place as I am vacationing. You know what I mean? Like this.
Note: I did not post this because I hadn’t transferred photos. I wrote it like a diary account every night but just could not post it. So am posting it now with photos. But hey, I want to still call it live for happiness-inducing reasons, okay? Okay!
So if you read one of my previous posts announcing the grand news of us leaving for Kuala Lumpur, you’ll know why I am reporting live. Because I am HERE! I feel super super awesome just lazying and cozying up to K. The warm blankets, the coffee, the movies, the fantabulous breakfast (I can’t wait to see what’s for breakfast tomorrow) makes me feel on-top-of-the-world. I feel like this is how 4 days in a month should be. Atleast!
We loved the flight. We flew by Tiger airways and we were told that it would take us an hour to reach KL. A journey by bus would mean a few hours and we thought of just flying over. Typing that made me feel like some bird. Flying over indeed!
Apart from initial traffic, we loved the flight. No turbulence whatsoever. And we thought we had just taken off when there was an announcement that we were landing. I am not a big fan of long flights. I admit, I do get a bit scared. Everytime there is some turbulence, you can see me praying extra hard. And I look around to see if I am the only one getting scared or there are others as well. If I happen to find someone like me, either with an anxious face (that I am capable of presuming), I pray harder. So last night, when I was having a nice time re-reading their magazine, K told me that 80% of unpleasant events happen during take-off. I gave him the most loving look and started praying. I wish he’d let me be. But no. He said he had this funny feeling that the flight was in a slanted position. I, my dumb self, asked how and why was it so. I could have kicked myself for it for K’s answer was something like this – “The pilot seems to be a newbie. I have this feeling he is not sure what is happening” and yap yap and chappad chappad…. I wasn’t even paying attention for I started my share of praying with intense vigour.
Within a matter of minutes, we were landing. I gave K the most triumphant look of my life. He says that I am the most fun person he has travelled with. I decided to believe it (because it is true) and well, we were in KL!
Hilton had promised pick-up. When we were waiting, I had an awesome time looking at people in the arrival hall waiting for their loved ones to come. I get a big kick by looking at people and inferring from their excited happy faces. It makes me think of how my parents wait for me at the airport and how Chintu walks about the length of the place as though the speed with which each step is covered signals an earlier arrival. It is so heart-warming to see people embrace each other. There are elderly parents, naughty siblings, chaddi-buddies, little kids, blushing wives who are repeatedly paying attention to the hair so that they look their beautiful best when their partner returns from a business trip or is home for vacation – it is a beautiful sight. And I totally love soaking it in.
We waited and waited. K suggested we call them. But, we had no coins to call and so decided to buy some OldTown Coffee. Trust me, they have amazing white coffee. I have had their coffee a couple of times in Malaysia (surprisingly, I haven’t had them in Singapore) and they seem to get better and better! I requested the cashier to pay the change in coins and he rummaged through his little draw and finally gave two 50 c coins.
We called them up and were told to come to the railway station anyways. I did not think much of it but K did feel a bit disappointed. I felt more let down because one of the things on my wish list has been that I want to see someone in the airport holding my name in big capital letters. Oh well, we always have a next time. We asked around and decided to take a bus. Turned out that we were the first to arrive for the bus in queue. We had to wait for like 40 minutes for the bus to leave.
Finally, the passengers started trickling in and after about 40 minutes, we left. This airport is on the very outskirt of KL. It took us about 1 hour or so to reach KL Sentral. The best part was that Hilton was right opposite KL Sentral. Yay Hilton!
On reaching the reception desk, we went through the formalities and K shared the pick-up hiccup. Result? Upgrading our room! Joys, I tell you.
I took our camera out and clicked every little corner of our room. I always do. It is a ritual for me; my way of capturing what will be our home away from home during our stay. And I love looking at these photos from time to time. This time, I thought of sharing them here.
Once we enter from the floor on the right, we are greeted by the tempting bed.
And when you get tired of lazying on the bed, you can hop over to the couch and nestle your head against the warm cushion and look out at the tall (really tall) buildings around. I especially loved the lamps. I love lamps with the lamp pull switch. I love pulling it on and off, on and off with every clink. It makes me feel like I am a character from one of the books or movies.
And the other side there are sliders that open up to the bath.
After clicking and freshening up, we felt so hungry. Though we had had one complete South Indian set meal at Ananda Bhavan at Changi airport, we felt so hungry. We pounced on the menu, fought over who gets to choose first (knowing very well that the fight will only delay everything) and then finally managed to share the menu. While K looked at the first half, I looked at the other and we finally managed to order something without eating each other off.
While we waited for the food to come, we watched some football game on TV. Watching football helps us work up our already ravenous appetite.
Ding. The food was here! The elderly gentleman who got the food for us was smiley faced. And laid the table out all the while exchanging little pleasantries. I love it when people do that!
I had ordered some pasta while K had a burger with some fries. They also gave us some biscotti and some awesome little buns to go with.
I am writing this after I finished the gorgeous pasta
and stole some fries from K as well. My tummy says thank you. I feel a happy kind of sleepy feeling. K doesn’t seem to want to say bye to his football friends. It is 3 A.M. now. I better get some sleep. But not before bugging K.
Good night! 🙂