Before I get onto the point of the today’s blog, I just have to apologise to anyone who bothers to read my blogs for two specific reasons. Reason one: the wifi has been pretty hideous. Imagine a cruise terminal with two huge ships holding a couple of thousand passengers each all trying to get onto the free wifi. Yes epic fail so when I finally find some wifi you are going to get an overload of blogs. Reason two: the reason behind my blog title which is related to a toilet (soon to explain). Heads up, don’t read the last paragraph if you don’t like toilet humor.
Yes there is a story but before I put you off eating your next meal I would like to share some photos of our formal night last night. I’m not going to bore you photos of me attempting to scrub up flash and looking semi whale-ish but rather the extraordinary meal that was served.
Yes again it was four courses and although I did photograph all courses I won’t risk blog upload failure with too many photos. The lobster was served with buttered king prawns and it was divine! If I could have fit it in, I would have definitely been a pig and asked for another serve. We were booked in to visit the speciality restaurant last night but our waiter gave us the heads up the previous night that lobster was going to be on the menu (big tip on the books for him!).
Today we arrived in Port Kelang which is about 90 minutes drive out of Kuala Lumpur. We actually booked a ship tour for this one (wanting to ensure that the ship didn’t leave without us) and relived our cattle herding experiences from last year. I have to say that it wasn’t quite as bad and ended up to be a really enjoyable day. Our first visit was to Batu Caves which is a Hindu Temple set up in a mountain cave (go figure). There’s nothing like starting the day with a 272 steep step climb in the monsoon heat (note to self I deserve an extra dessert).
There was entertainment along the way in the form of long tail macaque monkeys. To be honest they were a great excuse to stop and take a breather (one can take lots of photos of monkeys).
I particularly liked one monkey who was smart enough to find a bottle of energy drink, bite a hole in the bottom and proceed to drink the contents. If only we hadn’t been on a cattle herding timeframe as I would have loved to have witnessed this monkey after consuming all of the sugar. Pretty sure he would have been like that warrior in the 80s TV show Monkey Magic!
A few years back a dear friend thought it would be entertaining to throw pigeon food at me and watch me scream as I was swarmed by hundreds (yes a slight over exaggeration) of stinking birds. The whole experience was captured by my so called friend and posted on YouTube to be forever known as the crazy bird lady. To prove that I am not the crazy bird lady (crazy maybe) I stood amongst the pigeons and now believe I am the pigeon whisperer. Hoping you witnessed it Lukey!
As per any arranged tour there was the customary visit to a factory, in this case the Royal Selangor Pewter factory. Having the brainwave to purchase a pewter beer stein for our number one son I strolled into the factory shop only to be smacked in the head by the price tags. I think I will stick with the complimentary shot glasses we got with the Irish cream after dinner! Yes I know, tight arse Tanya strikes again.
We did get a bit of a pleasant surprise on our tour today. We were taken to a flash hotel just near the twin tours and were provided with a yummy lunch buffet. Double whammy win as according to the tour booked lunch wasn’t meant to be included and it was also really delicious! Perhaps tight arse Tanya should have purchased a mug for her number one son. I did however buy him a packet of beef curry Twisties but I have a sneaky feeling they might not make it home.
I guess that brings me to log, bog and backlog. If you are eating I suggest you put down your food or don’t bother continuing your read. Mmmm there’s an assumption someone is reading my ramblings. There’s nothing like experiencing an epic toilet failure when your flushing system on your stateroom cabin decides it doesn’t want to work. You might have guessed by the title that this is even more problematic when it has been filled with the contents of last night’s dinner (it was a huge bloody meal so huge bloody problem). With fear in one’s eyes there was no choice but to tell the room steward that there was a slight problem with our toilet (yes huge understatement in this case). Choosing my words carefully (don’t think “shit’s backed up the toilet” will work) I tried to explain that he might want to get someone to investigate a problem with our toilet. Leaving the toilet in dire straits and heading off on our tour I dreaded the poor bugger who got the job to de-log the bog of the backlog! Mind you, I have read on discussion boards before that problems with toilets have resulted in upgrades of cabins!
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