So, we’re camping out in KL. Cool city, very underrated. Telling people you’re gonna live here isn’t anything like telling them you’re gonna live in Paris. No one’s jealous (no one threatens to visit you either). Lots of people are confused or disappointed. Hey, if I wanted to live in Paris I’d be in Paris.
Anyway we’re renting a condo direct from the owner who is a nice guy. The flat is a small one bedroom on the 12th floor in a 40 floor high rise. The building is centrally located. Derek Jeter could hit a fly ball from our bedroom and hit the Petronas Towers. We have a rooftop pool and gym. I got back into my ashtanga practice, the warmth inspires me so much.
What about the beer, you ask? Not much variety. Lots of regional swill. Carlsberg. Tiger. Skol. Varieties thereof. Then there are the stouts. Thank goodness for the stouts. We have two–Malaysian Guinness and Danish Royal. The former has gone downhill, suffers from a diacetyl problem. The latter is good enough to buy by the case, which we do. Comes out to much cheaper that way. Beer in Malaysia is expensive. More expensive than it is almost anywhere I’ve been including Munich. When you go out to a bar and order a Hoegaarden you pay almost $10. Seriously! So we drink mostly at home, and save the outings as treats.


That’s it for now, we’ve only had one real storm since we’ve been here. Disappointed–we both like storms. We’ve been working real hard the past few days, burnout is immanent and that means we’ll be taking a break. Maybe Langkawi. Maybe Perhentian.