After a week in KL, I'm still no nearer the beach - which is about 20 miles away. The nearest I get is snacking at the hotel pool on the 10th floor in between endless meetings and conference sessions.
Every afternoon at about 3 o'clock, there is a dramatic electrical storm followed by torrential rain, which stops at about 4pm. Very tropical.
The other night, a select group of us were entertained by the Malaysian Open University at a nearby restaurant. I can say now that eating Durian fruit is over-rated, but interesting...
There was Malaysian music and then dancing by a troupe of male and female dancers performing dances from all over the Peninsular. There were some very stylised moves, with amazingly expressive hand and finger movements. It was also very athletic, as I found out when I was dragged on stage to have a go myself. Lots of pictures of me, red-faced, getting my feet in a twist and my eyes even more crossed. Exit of stout party.
Only a fortnight ago, I was in the Indonesian Embassy in London on Indonesia's National Day. The Ambassador very proudly introduced a pair of Balinese dancers who performed something very similar, but slower and more elegant. It was also very sad because it was just after a major earthquake in Sumatra, which had killed hundreds.
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