I've been thinking how to start sharing our Balinese trip and the first thing that comes to mind is just a dreamy sigh.
*oh Bali...green, beautiful Bali*
But let's start from the very beginning.
We boarded the Dreamliner to Kuala Lumpur, not later than about 10h after coming back from T in the Park (the biggest music festival in Scotland, one that people, now including us, are pride to have survived). We were exhausted and so happy to have the next 7h to just relax, sleep, read and watch movies. It was my first long haul flight ever and the novelty of it was indeed very exciting, but I tried to keep my cool and concealed it by sleeping (obvs.).
We flew with Qatar airways over a couple of war zones, oblivious to the fact that two days later hundreds of people would tragically die on the same route, many of them indeed having boarded the Malaysian aircraft with the same prospect as us: of a glorious holiday in Bali (such a chilling thought, that I still have shivers just thinking about it). Our flight however was peaceful and uneventful, I managed to watch the Hobbit and sleep a little. The next flight (Doha - KL) was much the same, only even more sleepy.
And then we landed in Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia. We wondered if the tiredness we were feeling was already jet lag, or perhaps still just an aftermath of the festival. KL was hot. And by hot I mean you felt like in a sauna, a hot humid cloud hugging your person and suffocating a little, water vapour instead of oxygen in your lungs. The train ride from the airport to KL city centre went smoothly but then we surrendered and ordered a taxi (13MYR, around £2.5) to our accommodation.
After escaping from the heat into our budget but air-conditioned hotel room we decided to search for dinner - Chinatown seemed like a safe bet for good food. Because it was the Ramadan month, we had a lot of trouble finding a taxi driver in the evening, as it was the break of fast time - sunset.Three drivers in a row refused to speak to us striaght away, but we persevered and a 4th one turned our to be a lovely chatty fellow, who even knew where Poland was (he used to work for the French embassy and delivered letters to the Polish consulate in KL).
We had dinner in an Old China cafe restaurant, which wasn't the easiest to find but definitely worth the search (thanks Lonely Planet). It's one of the oldest restaurants in KL serving Peranakan cuisine - cooked according to the recipes of early Chinese migrants who married local Malay ladies, resulting in dishes with a unique fusion of Chinese spices and Malay ingredients. While the restaurant was probably on a more touristy side than we would like, we didn't have much strength to look for a more authentic place or a food stall.
Frankly speaking, KL didn't steal our hearts on that first night.
But the following morning it was time to go to Bali, the island of gods.
Old China Cafe
11 Jalan Balai Polis
- Website: www.oldchina.com.my
- Opening hours: Daily, 11am-11pm