Once we had walked to our hostel and dropped off our bags we headed straight to the Petronas towers to book ourselves onto a slot to go up to the viewing bridge. As this is free, we had heard you had to get there early to book on a slot. We arrived at 8.30am and the que was hundreds long, closing only a few people behind me so we got there just in time
. They only allow one person per group to que, so while I was stuck in the que on my own with people who non comprande english, Laura was being a Petronas socialite working the room like it was a manhattan fundraiser. She is now good friends with two boys, abbda and herbert, from the Phillipines. They promise her they will meet again one day in the future. We ended up with 12.45pm tickets so we headed back to check in properly, get changed and in true fashion, we then had to jump a cab back to the towers to save us from being late. The views from the tower bridge were pretty spectactular. However, the best thing about being on the viewing bridge was being able to look both up and down as you are suspended 140m in the air.
In between meeting people from various nations Laura has also managed to sniff out a TopShop in the shopping mall below the towers so headed there for a quick look and then we had a brain wave. As it was race day for the grand prix we decided to see if we could get our hands on some tickets. After looking around for a long time on what felt like a wild goose chase we decided to jump on the bus to the circuit and try our luck at the counters. When we eventually got to the circuit entrance it was very near to the start of the race so the 'resourceful' ticket office staff were selling the top price grandstand tickets for a fifth of the price, cash only of course
. Tickets in hand we headed for our seats and the noise was truely deafening. In our haste to get to the ticket office we had ran past the ear plug sellers, so I headed to the mens room and we ended up with toilet paper stuffed in our ears. We looked quite the pair, but who cares, our ears were not bleeding. The race itself was great and we both really enjoyed ourselves. Laura got really into the cheering and booing, even though at one time she was booing the wrong driver. It was Lauras first ever grand prix and she is already thinking about where and when we can attend our next grand prix. Despite having to que for around an hour and a half for the bus back to the city it did not damped what was an excellent day in Kuala Lumpur.
The next day was a much more laidback affair. We booked our bus to Singapore in the morning and then wondered around Chinatown and Little India in the afternoon. The only dissapointing aspect of the day was our tea. I ordered some malaysian cuisine, and what turned up looked like cooked worms in a questionable brown sauce, and Lauras sweet and sour was not much better. To make up for it I got myself a chicken nugget meal, onion rings and a root beer and we headed back to the hostel and spent the evening watching a film or two which was a nice and relaxing way to end our two days in Kuala Lumpur.
For the first time on our trip we did not arrive late, unfortunatley for us though we actaully arrived early. Our estimated time of arrival was the early hour of 6am so when we rolled to a stop at 4.30am we were quite surprised. As it was still dark we decided we would have no chance of finding our hostel so we headed to the 24 hour McDonalds that we spotted over the road. We waited here until sun came up, drinking coffee which had the added bonus of free refills so we only had to pay once for 3 hours worth of coffee. Laura spotted a chap who she had noticed in Vietnam so we talked to him and American girl from our bus while we waited for the sun to come up.