Visit Malaysia 2007

I don't feel as if I am doing the Visit Malaysia 2007 campaign justice.

So far, I have been back here just over 68 hours, and I have yet to make a dent in the bank account. Of course, being the smart alec that I am, I will tell you that my bank account is a UK bank account and I don't have a Malaysian bank account to start denting to begin with.

We managed to eat a first meal of franchised Malaysian food. My dad's idea of a first meal was the tried and tested universal food chain - McDonalds... just in case we got food poisoning. He was well and truly vetoed.

Day Three brought me to KLCC. And I have to say, I was unimpressed with all the brands putting Paris on their shop door when they are obviously Italian. Gah! Stupid customers!

The shopping mall was too warm, and I almost fainted. It's not funny. I really did fall ill 48 hours upon stepping on Malaysian soil. And I very conviniently had no mobile phone, or any contact numbers to which I could call my parents or siblings or friends. I also didn't have any one with me... neither was I carrying any Malaysian money.

To cut a long story short, I lived to tell the tale.

I have learnt my lesson. I now carry some money and a piece of paper with the phone numbers of my family members. I still go without a mobile phone. Osbert told me I didn't need it. So what if the employers in UK and HK are looking for me? So what if my parents can't contact me? So what if i get lost (yea right, as if that is going to happen)?

I can always use the 30 cents I have in my purse to make the phone call at any public phone booth.

Or bat my eyes and look sorry for myself, and continue hunting in peace.