KL, Malaysia Day 8

9am found us packed and in the 'Rainforest cafe' for our buffet breakfast - the usual curried chicken and sausages, rice, 'meaty' (origin uncertain) and coffee, local and strong. Just as we were finishing up Sonny breezed in and chatted to numerous guests, confirming our suspicions that he is no newcomer to this route. 'Watch out - he talks a lot' we were warned by several parties. Like we needed telling!

Checkout gave Kelly another excuse to reinforce her opinion about the previous day's shennanigans, and then we were on the bus and underway.
The route back down the mountain was as twisty and turny as it was going up, but, as Lady Gravity had chosen to smile upon us, our descent was a little more frenetic than the obverse. The thrilling ascent, with all eyes on the new environment of the forest has somehow transformed into a headlong hurtle around nerve-wracking bends, a nausea inducing white-knuckle ride that Kelly thankfully missed most of due to sleep from the sheer exhaustion carried over from the day before. Thankfully the mountain was soon at an end - and we were back onto the main roads - still at breakneck speeds. Pretty soon we passed an entire city built to house the workers for the Proton car factory, Malaysias largest car producer. Shortly thereafter we stopped so our driver could pick up some breakfast - and thence to the city. Sunny dropped us off at the hotel - after checking in we checked in also with Ric, who we caught in transit out to perform a shopping list of chores. Fortunately Christian was able to help by downloading photographs for him - and we were soon free, after changing, to jump in a taxi to Chinatown - and the street market. Hot, crowded and noisy - Kelly was in her element. The haggling started, and six exhausting hours later we were heading back to the hotel, several hundred ringit lighter but our hunger for all things shiny and expensive looking sated. Christian was extremely hot and tired - but neither of us had eaten (the food at the market was expensive and tourist-esque). Fortunately, as we neared the hotel we spotted an Arabic café almost opposite that we'd never spotted before. There were some translation problems - but Kelly eventually enjoyed her Nasi Goreng (spicy rice with vegetables) and coffee ice drink. We hit the hay at around midnight - we had an early start the next morning.