Oh Those Crazy Russians…

(Ed. note: A last photo of Jiaxing before we embark on our travels around Southeast Asia. This is the newest sign at the train station advertising a new apartment complex development.

I think this may mean - oh forget it, I have no idea!

I think this may mean – oh forget it, I have no idea!

Well here we are in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia after our Malaysia Air flight arrived with no scares – just half an hour late as usual with flights out of Shanghai. The only issue was after we landed and finally got through customs, we discovered that the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel was a good hour. We left home at Feb. 1 @ 8:45 am and got to bed on Feb. 2 @ 12:15 am – 15 1/2 hours for a flight that was airborne for 5 hours 45 minutes. Who ever said travelling was glamorous?

Now I may need a place to live when we get home, but if you want to see how tired we were, this was just after we got off the plane and BEFORE we went through customs, picked up our luggage and took the taxi into town.

Not sure, but she may be thinking that if I actually take the picture let alone publish it, I may be a dead man. Thoughts?

Not sure, but Terry may be thinking that if I actually take the picture let alone publish it, I may be a dead man. Thoughts?

Compare Terry to this poor guy today downtown.

He was gone! Now I like a firm bed as much as the next person, but really?

He was gone! Now I like a firm bed as much as the next person, but really?

We are fortunate to be staying at the Shangri-La (Ed. note: Not as expensive as you think.) When we got married, Terry carried a bouquet of calla lilies, which is what I thought these were. They are the centrepiece in the lobby. When we came back to the hotel, however, Terry read the little sign below them. They are actually Madonna Lilies and are – sit down – on the endangered plant list.

Now I know I'm not the sharpest know in the drawer, but if they are endangered should you really have a display of them like this?

Now I know I’m not the sharpest know in the drawer, but if they are endangered should you really have a display of them like this?

We had a traditional Malaysian breakfast – Banana Roti. It was very good – and very hot.

He was making one after the other of these.

He was making one after the other of these.

Then it was off to the 2 1/2 hour Hopon-Hopoff Bus Tour around Kuala Lumpur. We had a 20 minute wait, however so we thought what the hell – banana roti and a latte – might as well start the drinking at  11:00am. As we waited for the bus we popped into Healy Mac’s for a cold one – and man were they cold!

Paddy - the server - a Tipperary Bangladeshi. See the guy in the fuchsia oval? We'll come back to him later.

Paddy – the server – a Tipperary Bangladeshi. See the guy in the fuchsia oval? We’ll come back to him later.

It is a great bar. I can’t imagine what it would be like at might. Maybe we’ll find out.

The bus tour was somewhat disappointing. There were 23 stops – we got off at one. You think we have had enough of China? No way, Yang Fong. The one we visited was Chinatown.

Same old crap, different prices.

Same old crap, different prices.

As we waited for the bus to get going we spotted this building. Must have been a misunderstanding.

You want a ladder where?

You want a ladder where?

This marks the spot in Independence Square where, at midnight on August 31st, 1957 the Union Jack came down, ending British rule and the Malaysian flag went up.

The fifth tallest free standing flag pole in the world.

The fifth tallest free standing flag pole in the world.

I think Terry took this picture expecting me to be more prominent. LOL. No, really it was the tree but the guy at the bottom  to the left of the lamp is fixing my sandal – it is better than when it was made!

Look closely - my arm is just showing.

Look closely – my arm is just showing.

And now back to Healy Mac’s for a nice cold one before a swim and dinner! Well, it didn’t turn out quite that way. Remember the 11:00am photo and the guy (Ed. note: Turns out to be another obnoxious Russian – or as Paddy said – “No culture”) in the fuchsia oval? At 4:30 he is still there and has been joined by a couple of others and a woman. They are all pissed – breaking glasses, spilling beer, almost sliding off their stools, getting up 3 or 4 times to hug each other. At one point the guy in the blue had an unlit cigarette in his mouth – backwards. I so wanted him to light the filter. Quite the scene. Paddy (remember Paddy the Irish Bangladeshi?) said that these guys and most of the Russians in KL are into “Black money” – drugs and prostitution. I asked if they ever cut them off as they would in Canada. Nope – not unless they bothered other customers. Terry moved so she couldn’t see them – concerned that they might do something. I don’t think they were capable of doing  anything.

Я люблю тебя человека of "I Love You, Man"

Я люблю тебя человека or “I Love You, Man”

Paddy is the consummate schmoozer. We had had two sleeves each along with salt and pepper calamari (sadly, no pepper as people used to complain about the pepper – go figure), spicy anchovies and the best chicken wings we have ever had, anywhere, and were about ready to go when he brought us one more sleeve each. He told us how good the food was, so Terry asked to see a menu. Instead, he brought a piece of Bread pudding with ice cream and enough whip cream to choke a horse – all on the house. I am proud to say neither of us had any whip cream!

Tomorrow we are up at 4:50 for a 3.5 hour drive to Taman Negara Malaysian National Park for:

Morning Session
  1. Breakfast at Jerantut local restaurant or at Taman Negara Floating Restaurant
  2. Meet and Greet Nature Guide
  3. Registration in Wildlife Department
  4. Jungle Trekking
  5. Canopy Walk
Afternoon Session
  1. Lunch at Floating Restaurant
  2. Preparing for rapid shooting
  3. Rapid Shooting
  4. Meet Batek tribe aboriginal people
  5. Preparing travel to Kuala Lumpur

We are told in no uncertain terms to bring a complete change of clothes including underwear as we will get “drench.” – their word, not mine.

The Shoe Blog

On the subway in Shanghai. I thought these would be good painters’ shoes. What do you think Mal?

Very colourful!

Very colourful!

3 thoughts on “Oh Those Crazy Russians…

  1. Lois and Gerry

    The Russian image is dying by the minute…mostly due to Putin but now the rank and file of Vodka drinking louts. sounds like an exciting trip down the river…et al

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  2. Bruce

    We met a lot of Russians in Thailand. Many of them were very rude. They parked in illegal parking spots blocking in other cars, drank too much and were loud and abusive. According to our servers they were all non-tippers.

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  3. Peter

    I tell you Geoff, you’re missing out on some big money! Translate all those jumbled English signs into something that makes sense and charge for it. Yes, Terry might kill you. You never know where the best wings will come from – why not a bar in Kuala Lumpur. As for the ladder, maybe all the floors below that one are fire and earthquake proof and you just need to get there (save all the extra money of building it all!)

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