Not the Bat Cave

There's a Dutch guy in my room, Maurice, who's been here a month. He met a stewardess on a flight to Saravak, them promptly came back to KL to be with her. Problem is she has another Dutch boyfriend. She's on a flight now, so he's killing time until she gets back and he can hopefully resolve his complicated situation. So we went to see the Batu Caves outside of town. This is the place the Hindus have the Thaipusan festival where they stick pins through their skin and carry weight with them. The place probably would have been more interesting during the festival. There were some colorful Hindu carvings, but the place was dirty and there was graffiti everywhere. There were also some agressive monkeys, one which stole a woman's wallet out of her purse.

Back in town Maurice was able to strike up a conversation with practically every attractive woman we came across. The Dutch seem to be generally outgoing and likable, but he also knows a bit of Malay, and people love it when you talk to them in their own language. All I know how to say is "toilet" (tandas). Gotta work on that.

Silly tourist

That night we went to a nightclub so Maurice could forget his problems. It was a real nightclub packed with locals, not a shitty backpacker bar. There were many beautiful women there, but almost immediately a not so beautiful one Maurice later dubbed "Miss Piggy" came right up to him and started talking to him like she knew him, and wouldn't go away for the rest of the night. Maurice said it was hard to tell the working girls from the legitimate ones, so at first we didn't know her motivation, but it later became apparent that she just wanted some "how's yer father." One thing she Said was that all the Chinese women there were working girls. Since she was Malay there probably wasn't much truth to the statement.

Of course Maurice was able to strike up a conversation with any woman he chose. I hadn't gone out since Byron Bay, though, and as I seem to do when I haven't gone out in awhile I had a bit too much to drink, which was easy to do since we were drinking huge half liter mugs of beer. I went to the tandas, and on the way back down the stairs slipped and slid down on my ass. On my next trip a beautiful woman smiled at me, but then I passed out in the tandas and woke up on the floor. Luckily I made it back down to Maurice and he administered water to me. Miss Piggy left at 3, and wanted Maurice to call him. We stayed until the place closed at 3:15, then got Indian food. It was a good night. So good there will be no way I'll get up for the bus to the Tamara Nagara National Park tomorrow at 6 I paid RM30 for. That's what I get for planning ahead.