Like any other trip, all of us were excited from the get-go; not to mention the excitement we had in getting to the airport. It was a Friday and so traffic was expected. Baby had to go straight to the airport and wait for me there while I had to take a cab to Terminal 3. Badet, Charm and with husband Jun followed suit. Meanne was the last to arrive. And when she did, we were queing up to the check in counter. Our flight was 10:50 in the evening and so we had a lot of time to catch up on our own excitement from the Friday traffic trek to the airport, the weeks quest to find the proper rate and money exchange center for our respective Malaysia Ringgit, to which I only was able to find 200 and the prospect of awesome purchases in Malaysia when we get there.
We call ourselves the Kurimaws, a name that Baby called his fun loving and rowdy group of dentists and nurses. And so it was that the Kurimaws got into Malaysia at 1:00am with apparently no sign of our tour guide Mr. Bell. We were surprised to find out from him as we got into the van some 30 minutes later that the airport we arrived at was a low cost airport. But considering that the airport was well lit, well equipped technologically with finger scanners at the immigration, it was for us, a far cry from a low cost airport. And because it was low cost, we could only imagine how the real Malaysian international airport is going to be.
Now since 1pm is the check in time for our hotel, Swiss Inn, in Chinatown, Mr Bell, who is a resident Malay and has been doing this for 17 years took it upon himself to check us in at Guest Hotel where we stayed for the night. As we were at the outskirts of the city, the hotel did not have the glitz and charm of most 3-star, much less 5 star hotels but had the basic necessities we needed that night, which was a good bed and good bathroom to freshen up and be ready for gruelling day ahead.
The day started with rather unusual and non-satisfying breakfast choices consisting of only toast bread with egg and the Malaysian staple called Nasi Lemak. Baby, being the adventurous one in tasting new food and vowed to immerse oneself in Malay went for the unconventional choice. When we were served, I got the better end of the deal with the toasted bread with preferred scrambled egg and coffee. Nasi Lemak as it turned out was just white rice topped with egg and with a side dish of some spicy concoction that we never got the name for. I know, bummer. Later when Jun and Charm came down for breakfast, the server saw the result of our choices and changed both their toasted bread selections to the standard American breakfast with additional sausages. Lucky.
And with those choices, we set off for the first stop of the morning which was the Royal Palace. And like the UK, the Royals were just figure heads and do not hold true lawmaking power. The Prime Minister is the one who does. The Palace was off limits for casual visitors and tourists. People hoping to catch a glimpse of Malaysian royalty were only relegated to the gates, where sentries, like UK’s Buckingham Palace, were posted and riding atop big horses and in full Malaysian military regalia. The high gates reminded us of our own Malacanang Palace in Baguio to which we were also forbidden to enter. Second stop of the day came next by way of the Batu Caves.
The cave itself is a limestone hill, which is a series of caves and cave temples, located in Gombak district. I remember seeing a documentary about the cave some months back on the Lifestyle network. The cave itself is truly a wonder of massive rock formation and although may seem incongruent in the middle of a bustling city, it is that quality that makes it a wonder to behold up front. I can only imagine the same awe that Malaysians in history had when it was discovered and formed. The sight itself was something to behold with a gigantic golden statue of Murugan, the son of the Hindu God, Shiva at the mouth of the cave.
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