Hubs and I have had a hectic few weeks and soon I will be catching you up on all of our adventure travels over that time starting with our day in KL. We decided to take the longer route home to London by transiting through KL; this meant arriving in KL mid-morning and out to London at 3AM. When booking our flights we figured we’d see the sights, eat out loads, drink some beers, dance the night away and we’d hardly know it was midnight or “check-in time”. Or so we thought. Maybe we still think we’re in our twenties I don’t know but oh man, were we wrong…
We were keen to see the Batu Caves, which are some 13km north of KL. The cheapest train in the world (I think it was 2MYR = £0.30 / $0.47) gets you there in about half an hour. We would have got to the Caves sooner had we not got side-tracked by Cafe Coffee Day, a chain which I thought was restricted to India but turns out it’s not and this absolutely demanded a pit-stop. So one Cafe Frappe (skimmed, no cream and easy on the chocolate sauce please and thank-you very much) later, having missed the train by seconds, we had a bit of a wait in the humid train station. Safe to say we weren’t the only weary travellers in town:
The caves are dedicated to Lord Subramaniam, or this guy:
That’s 272 steps you have to climb to get to the caves. This necessitates weaving your way through a bunch of hungry and EVIL looking macaques who prey on passing tourists. It’s a savage existence.
Before being allowed to climb the steps I was made to wear a sarong to cover the three inches of my legs which were visible and apparently likely to cause offence. Personally, having visited several temples around India and seen some pretty scantily clad women praying (hello, see-through sari), I think this is a bit of a scam for taking 5 MYR from every girl venturing up the steps but that’s just my view.
We made it to the top of the steps, only stopping a couple times so I could catch my breath. Asthma is the worst. The first thing that really hit me walking into the caves was the stench. Then I noticed all the bats, just a few metres above our heads. Then I wondered whether the bats and the vile stench were connected. Probably. Also it was hot. Sweaty, sticky kinda’ hot. We looked around at the pretty shrines and admired the views but there was no getting away from the bat-vomit stink and so we headed back down. Weaving our way through those treacherous monkeys once more.
After seeing the caves we had lunch and walked around the city, which is architecturally quite interesting. It’s pretty big too. Unfortunately it was raining hard which dampened our spirits somewhat and also means my photographs didn’t come out great. There was a particularly gruelling hour while we searched for a semi-clean public loo as I may have overdone it on the “need to keep hydrated when it’s hot” thing. We strolled through some markets but Hubs isn’t a very good shopping buddy and so we nested ourselves in a nearby bar until dinnertime- when we moved to another bar/restaurant. Our plans for a big night ended at around 9PM (so-long, twenties) when we caught a cab to the airport hoping we could check-in early. Only we couldn’t. So we found a couple seats and plonked our tired bodies down until the miserable hag at the check-in desk let us through.