2 days in KL -Part 2

Two posts in one day? "That's MADNESS" you say! I noticed I have an awful trend of beginning each of my entries with an apology for taking so long to update. That must be really annoying for many reasons, mostly because it's horribly monotonous. So, sorry about that...and sorry for apologizing again. Gah. What a horrible cycle. BACK TO THE TOPIC AT HAND. Here I am sitting in the KL airport waiting on my flight back to Bali and I'm writing a post about the past 48 hours, how prompt of me! After my adventure with Herman, things at the Bali airport went swiftly and after a 3 hour flight I found myself safely at KL airport. **Warning** I'm about to talk about bodily movements, so if you have a problem with that, kindly skip to the next paragraph. Anyway, I had a slight urge to pee but immigration awaited so I found a spot in line. One hour later and FINALLY through the long and seemingly endless wait, I beelined it to the nearest bathroom. There were four stalls in total, the last two were ajar but there was a woman waiting in line so I fell into the "follow the herd" psyche and waited behind her. She finally got her turn, but things got serious on my end so I went to solve the mystery of the last two stalls. THERE WERE WOMEN IN EACH ONE. WHY didn't they shut the doors?! It was SO awkward and they looked at me like I was the weird one for pushing the door open farther. Thinking that perhaps the locks didn't work, I investigated the situation afterward and NOPE, both stall locks were fully functioning. Come on ladies, get your shit together. Regardless, this was the least of my worries because I then found that my relief station was in fact just a hole in the floor. A hole. In the floor. So many emotions ran through my head. Things just got weird. This is when I knew I was not in Kansas anymore. Don't get me wrong, I've been a lot of places but when the first thing I encounter when landing in a new country sends me into shock mode... I get nervous. Of course I was dehydrated and thirsty as a mule the entire trip so I had to get used to these holes. (I refuse to call them bathrooms) After I got over the whole urination situation (like what I did there?) I made my trek to KL city center and began exploring. KL is a really cool city with interesting architecture (See: Petronas Towers) and INSANE shopping. If you look on tripadvisor for things to do in KL, I think 8 out of the top 10 things to do are shopping related. Im talking 6 story malls with stores ranging from Gucci and Prada to smaller chain stores and boutiques. There is literally something for everyone. I was swept away when I walked in and saw Tiffany's immediately to my right. I apologize to my credit card for giving in so easily, but that bird's egg blue gets me everytime. After spending literally hours inside ONE mall, I thought that maybe I should give my wallet a break but oh wait, it was raining! ...on to the next shop! Finally, I made it outside during a break from the rain and walked around KLCC park which is conveniently located right outside of the mall I was in (I'm telling you, everything revolves around shopping) and got some amazing views of the Petronas Towers. I would have loved to go up and walk across the skywalk that connects them, but it's no longer free and the mall had run me pretty dry. I did however master the art of the solo shot with the towers in the background. You learn to take pretty decent self shots in general when you are traveling alone. The few times I did ask the random stranger to take a normal picture of me with whatever backdrop they NEVER spoke english. Just my luck. It's pretty easy though to show the button on the iphone so it worked out alright. The funny thing was though that each person wanted a picture with me afterward for their own personal collections. I really stuck out like a sore thumb and apparently seeing a blonde girl (for those of you that know me, the brown hair has been gone for about a year now...) on her own in an asian country is a bit like spotting bigfoot. I'd estimate that I'm now in at least 5 asian families photo albums. No autographs, please. Later that evening I went to the Bukit Bintang area for...wait for it....MORE shopping. This time it was much lower scale shops and a lot of street vendors. At around 7 pm a bunch of people set up shop on the sidewalks selling fake designer watches and other wares. I stoppped to assess the situation and found it absolutely hysterical when a man tried to tell me the rolex's were real. Okay dude, I'm never going to believe you OR pay 250 RM for it. (RM= Ringgit Malaysa and its about 3 RM to each US dollar) This shopping excursion was as a result much kinder on my wallet and I made it back to the hotel for a quiet night in with my many pillows. I went a little crazy with the complimentary pillow menu... but there were EIGHT options! Who wouldn't want to have their own pillow satisfaction test? I slept quite well, thank you very much. Day 2 has basically been just a quicker version of day 1 and in reverse seeing as my flight is scheduled for 8:25 pm. Transport to and from KL airport is really convenient (AND cheap) and none of the nonsense that was airport transport in bali. Next time I find an internet connection where I can understand the blogger.com language I'll tell you (family, friends, and stalkers) all about the boat trip from Perth to Bali (teaser- suffered a slight concussion from some unfriendly rogue waves) and all about my time in Bali in general. Instead of apologizing for the delay, I'm telling you now that it's probably going to be a while. Until then, Terima Kasih for reading! (google translate that)