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Absolutely Not Your Monkey

Feb 28 2010

Back in KL

February 25, 2010

Prince Roy and Spicygirl took us to breakfast at their favorite restaurant, a little place near their office, decorated in tasteful shades of blue. I’ve seen a lot of blue in Laos for some reason, and it’s always tasteful. In fact, most of the men in the place, apparently on their way to work, wore blue shirts. The noodles, however, thanks to my outright hatred for spices and cilantro, were fairly tasteless.

Proceedings at the airport were quick thanks to our lack of check-in baggage, and we passed the time before boarding watching badly produced military programs on the airport TV. We also ran into the group of Malaysians once again; they were on our flight.

The Air Asia flight took off more or less on time for once, and the flight was mostly smooth. Laos faded into a grey haze below as I took pictures of the red plane engines framed by the blue skies out my window while enjoying the massage chair treatment courtesy of the child sitting behind me.

Back in Kuala Lumpur, we were picked up by another Malaysian friend, Tianshun, who drove us to get massages given by two fellows from Fujian Province in China. They expressed their desire to work in Taiwan, as yet stymied by government policy. Back in the car after some fried rice, Tianshun regaled us with stories of car theft and other social order delights of KL, which he connected with recent immigrant workers from Indonesia.

We headed to KL Tower, an observation tower not quite as tall as the Petronas Towers, to get some shots of the city as dusk fell. It was full of tourists, and as the sun set I realized that the background lighting made night-time shooting very difficult. The tourists’ trying to use flashes on the glass didn’t help things, either. So I took shots of the tourists instead, earning a glare from a man after photographing some women in burkas sleeping by the window.

After coming back down, we attended a “Cultural Show” which featured three dancing men and three dancing women. The dances themselves were rather effeminate; Tianshun insisted that all Malay danced were that way, and in no way reflected on the sexuality of the dancers. There was also a traditional Malay band on traditional instruments. I got the feeling that some of them also played in rock bands.

posted by Poagao at 12:01 am  

1 Comment »

  1. Yeah, I should’ve taken a picture of the Poagao version of what for anyone else would be the most awesome breakfast in Laos. For those of you that can handle flavor, here is what he (and by extension, all of you) missed.

    Comment by Prince Roy — February 28, 2010 @ 11:46 am

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