Changing Cities

A reasonable drive up the north-south to KL got us there at one o’clock, which enabled us to hit the Megamall. An interesting diversion from the direct route since Alice said, loudly and repeatedly “go off left here”. I said “it’s the next one”, she said “the sign says Bangsar” (which is not all that far from Megamall). Since we did not want to go to Bangsar I hesitated, but remembering I was only permitted in the driving seat on occasion I followed her order (she later said that it was just advice – well it sounded like Angry Annie the Axe Assassin giving advice, advice that if very, very carefully obeyed might lead to your only losing a limb or two rather than your head). So I followed it and we had the interesting experience of being lost in a city we had lived in for ten years. The Malaysians do like to build new roads in KL and yet somehow the traffic chaos never improves.
Oh well, we found Megamall given time and even a parking space and headed for Chilli’s, where we ate fairly decently, I don’t quite know why I can enjoy two baskets of their drummettes, but really they go so quickly! And then the day went wrong. I had previously bought some cockroach brooches, lifelike enough when worn on my baseball cap to fool some people including, to my great amusement, a doctor I visited in Singapore. But since not everyone has the same esoteric tastes as I, the stall was no longer around and no-once could tell us if it had moved to another place or just given up.
Things looked up again as we checked into the Shangri La, a couple of free evening drinks; Alice being almost teetotal and also liking free things, was the drinks mixer, which lead to G&Ts and Jack&Cokes with the spirit/mixer balance reversed. Personally I found them much improved in her mix! Then to Zipangu, a brilliant Japanese, where I feasted on Sashimi (so much better than the ricey sushi). Replete this was followed by, as Pepys said, “and so to bed”.