18.03.2010 25 °C
Had a good flight from Stanstead to KL, arriving about an hour early due to a strong tailwind. After getting baggage and a drink (of water), me and J navigated our way to a taxi - which if I remember correctly was 70 RM for a ride to Chinatown, KL.
After checking in and meeting with P, who had landed some hours before us due to taking a different flight, we decided to scour the streets for somewhere to eat - the plane meals were OK but not very filling or regular!
Having wandered around for a bit, we sat down at a nice looking little food stall just around the corner from our hotel. This is were the 'fun' began, as before we had even taken our seats, a big looking Aussie started chatting to J. We ordered something from the very friendly waitress and the Aussie guy and his even bigger friend joined us. Apparently he is a former Mr. Australia and I can beleive it too.
Upon finishing the food, and having learned the guys names (hooter and Daniel), they promptly ordered a load more large bottles of Heieneken, as they regaled us with their travel tales so far (drunkeness, nudity, all the usual male Aussie stuff!)
It was after 1 or 2 more of these Heineken, that Hooter decided he was going to go to the stall directly opposite and buy us all a bra and some panties to wear instead of our 'normal' clothes. At first, we were understandably hesitant, we all knew Malaysia is a Muslim country and travel books warn to cover up. Plus we had only landed about 90 minutes earlier, But there was no stopping him! At least he haggled the price down a little (and paid for them all!)
So following his lead, we all began to remove our shirts (thankfully he only bought 1 set of panties, which were promptly wrapped around his head) and don the tiny bras. The reaction was amazing. As hooter lead the way, I could see some Malaysian guys behind him start to smile and turn around from the next table, which was the green light for me to do the same! Before long, we all had the bras on and what started out as a few locals laughing and pointing, soon turned into a mass throng of people taking pics on their camera phones all laughing their heads off! That feeling must be what a celebrity feels like when they get spotted.
We soon left to join the guys in somewhere they had been before, a bar/club type place called the beach bar or beach club. After a few more drinks, we left shattered, as they continued to dance away on stage drinking Jack Daniels, despite having a flight to catch at 3.30 am!!! What an absolutely great pair of guys, a right laugh and in a friendly non-aggressive way.