After the meal at Seri Melayu, I thought I had done the touristy thing - until we were taken back to Saloma, the "theatre-restaurant", where there was a good 2 hours of dancing and various stunts with blow-pipes and balloons.
More Durian scoffed, and another late Saturday night!
On Sunday, I had my first break after a week of toil. Kate and I walked up to Bukit Bintang and took the monorail to Maharajalela - less than 2 Ringgits, and a really sophisticated city transport system that shames London's Tube even more. Not that Bonking Boris would care...
We walked up to Chinatown (Jalan Petaling) and braved the crush of fake-brands and food stalls. Then found our way to the Central Market which, thankfully, was air-conditioned. I must have been dripping away gallons of perspiration and recovered in the slightly boutique-flavoured market, which Kate said had gone up in the world since she last visited.
We found somewhere to have a jug of beer and then I crashed in the hotel lounge, where the jazz combo recognised me and played Stacey Kent songs in my honour! Bliss - and a large cigar.
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