Touring Ubud & Night Theatre!

After a wonderful nights sleep we awoke early to head into the nearby breakfast market (it wasn't actually called that, it just happens to be the main reason we went). Deciding that we would be healthy, also for monetary reasons, we took the long sloping walk into the centre of Ubud.

As we walked it was nice to see the street in the light of day and identify everything we had come across the night before. Strolling through the streets we soon came across lots of women carrying a wide range of goods in baskets balanced expertly on their heads; if this wasn't an indication we were heading in the right direction I don't know what would be!

Having only spent an evening in the area it seemed remarkably westernised in certain ways, and traditionally Indonesian in others. The main reason I mention this is because we came across our first Starbucks, we came close to missing it entirely as it seemed to blend so seamlessly into the background. Deciding that it was worth a picture (and that alone) we headed off in search of the local food on offer.

It didn't take too long to find the market once the concentration of women with baskets on their heads, and those on mopeds, increased. The most remarkable thing that struck me first was that, despite appearing to be quite touristy, there was almost no-one there who wasn't Indonesian. A couple of tourists wandered around sporting cameras as big as their heads, sadly we were the same. As I was pondering the reasons behind this Lena brought it to my attention that it was still before 8am... I'm not my quickest in the early morning.

Walking through the market place I was struck by the sheer amount of items and the vividness of the colours on display. Deciding to try and spend wisely we made sure we didn't buy from the first person who offered us something, no, we bought from the second! Very keen business minds operating here! The food is question was a couple of pieces of what were pandan flavoured bites with some desiccated coconut; I have learnt from past experiences that I don't dislike panda but equally I don't really enjoy it that much either but they were alright, nothing special.

Sensing that something more filling was necessary in order to keep me upright so early in the morning we headed into narrow and tall alleyways of the market where the bright vidid colours were replaced by the warm earthy colours of wood. Following our noses away from the bad smells and towards the better ones and the distinct sounds of sizzling we came across a small stall selling all manner of satay sticks. With hunger threatening to overtake me I quickly tucked into the offering.

With my hunger at bay for the time being we wandered for what felt like hours through the labyrinthian maze, fortunately no minotaurs though. The only real purchase of the morning was a sharks tooth necklace that had been chopped in half in order to provide a smooth surface to rest against my neck; this did nothing to confirm its authenticity but was a nice feature.

Once we had found our way back to the main road Lena and I decided that we should head off and find some of the temples and old buildings that each town has. In each town/city in Bali there are 3 temples that are representative of 3 different stages of life (I could be wrong on the meaning but there are defiantly 3...). On our way into the centre of Ubud we passed one although it isn't really that impressive; the impressive part was that at the main intersection of the town stood a MASSIVE wooden construct adorned with bright colours, apparently the local 'king' had died. I put 'king' in quotation marks simply because the term 'king' here is basically comparable to a town mayor and to commemorate his life they were building a massive memorial...that they would burn down. Sadly we would be leaving before this could happen so instead we just got to see all the local artisans making this huge thing!

We strolled into the temple and found a collection of sarong clad men cutting and shaping various parts that would be later added to the massive effigy. As countries go Bali is quite strict about their temples and requires people who visit to wear sarongs and to not be menstruating, fortunately this wasn't a temple as such so I was safe...in both instances. Having stopped off to visit this massive thing we continued our journey into Ubud, turning off the main road and head down one of the only other major roads going through the town. Nothing much was happening as we went, just looking at the wonderful views that surrounded us, but as we reached a clearing with a large expanse we came across a school and a group of students walking in a regimented manner; it would later be revealed to us that they were rehearsing for the upcoming independence day (another event we would sadly miss :( ).

As we reached the end of our walk we came across our goal; the monkey forest! A sacred ground filled with loads of monkeys who took great pleasure in eating bananas and stealing stuff they thought was bananas. The entrance to the fine temple was rife with the little blighters, the bigger ones seemed to herd the smaller ones like a primate version of Fagan. Once we moved into the middle of the temple we came across a smaller temple and found that to get inside we would have to don a sarong which the attendants tied around us. Having paid visits to many (many) temples I found this one to be quite earthy, it seemed to steer clear of gaudy opulence. Soon after leaving the temple we found ourselves at the other end of the temple undecided on our next course of action; deciding this was as good a time as any to have a sit down we were soon accompanied by an inquisitive monkey. We soon discovered the source of his interest; our map. Grabbing the thing with both hands and his teeth he tore it, I thought it would probably be better to let him have it as he ran off across the temple flaunting his prize before the other monkeys.

It became apparent that the day was wearing on and we were both getting incredibly hungry. With our appetites coming to the forefront of our minds we set off to find the famed babi guling. The main component of the dish is a large amount of suckling pig with flavours that seem to verge on orgasmic! It wasn't the most well presented food but by god did it taste good. Perched on the floor we ate our bowls clean and licked our fingers on any hidden morsel. With our hunger now safely locked away we strolled around some more and found ourselves drawn to a young man dressed in traditional Balinese dress; turns out he was selling tickets to some night theatre, well there is our evening entertainment sorted out then!

Having been travelling through Ubud for the better part of the day we were exhausted and the climb back up the incline felt impossibly difficult but somehow we persevered. Hot and sweaty we rested on the bed before diving into the pool to cool off, such joy there was being able to frolic in the cold refreshing water.

With the evenings entertainment fast approaching we settled into...a big feast. The cook made a fantastic array of traditional balinese food for our sampling. Like so many other dishes I have had this holiday I had a tendency to favour the fried ones. The food was simple but delicious, a sort of build your own dinner (buffet, I think its called :) ).

For the second time today we made our way down the hilled slope in order to seek our prize, a theatrical experience under the stars, but first we had to get there. Along the way there were numerous people selling tickets to the nights festivities and every time we saw another temple we thought we had found it but alas. The road seemed far longer than it had before and it only got longer as we had to pass another temple, but as we were starting to wonder if we were being scammed, we found it! A modest location, adorned by numerous plastic garden chairs, we quickly took a seat with a good view. Having arrived early we had the joy of trying to figure out what was about to unravel before us (in other words: we read the programme...).

As the theatrical extravaganza went underway we soon found out that our modestly sized venue was about to become a little crowded. Dozens of men clad in sarongs (and little else) came into the temple. Forming organised concentric circles they began a chant that will forever be bored into my memory, even as I type this I can hear it creeping into the forefront of my mind (great I forgot my next point). The story, unfortunately, was told entirely in the local dialect and Lena could only understand passing words as they were a little unclear, even trying to follow along with the programme did little to remove the cloud of confusion.

The theatrical event went on for ages, a variety of different characters came and went. Finally we reached the finale! A man dressed as a horse proceeded the kick the ever loving s**t out of some burning wood and coals and then danced around whilst they were herded up for him to do it again. A child kicking the leaves sprang to mind but far more badass!

Taking our long, long, long walk back to our comfty residence we stopped off for another variation on satay which looked a lot like fish paste on popsicle sticks. Despite the odd appearance they were fantastic!

With the food settled in my stomach both Lena and I settled in for a good nights sleep, fully prepared to do it all again tomorrow.

A noisy morning in LCCT... A quiet evening in Bali

*Sigh* Once again we find ourselves in the hellish place known only as LCCT. Unlike our last visit we have timed things much better this time with far less time spent dawdling about praying for our budget flight.

Breakfast was provided by our friendly airport cafe and consisted of Nasi Lemak (for myself) and toast with runny eggs (for Lean). Now normally the time taken to be served isn't really much of a concern but having timed things to perfection it was definitely NOT the time for the service to be slow. With about 45 minutes to eat and get to our departure gate I (naively) thought this would be plenty of time. Half an hour later we only had our drinks, needless to say the food was eaten at a speed approaching some kind of record. On a plus side, it was the first time hearing my name being called in an airport informing me that it was the last call.

Swallowing masticated egg and toast we raced (waddled, we were wearing flip flops after all!) to the departure lounge. As we reached the security check we tried to move as quickly as possible without rousing any suspicion of ulterior motives; would have been just our luck to have a 'random' screening...

Sitting comfortably in our seats we set about sleep and digestion. The trip was several hours and it flew by (pun definitely intended :) ). As we got closer to our destination of Bali we saw a cheeky mountain top peaking through the clouds; a pimple on the clear heavenly landscape of clouds outstretched before us.

Coming in to land in Bali I got the distinct impression we were going for a water landing and the pilot had neglected to inform us, but apparently the runway was right next to the sea and we touched down just shy of the end of the runway; at least thats how it looked from our position. With a nerve wracking landing we disembarked to the wonderful hot and humid weather of Bali. Strolling through the tiled airport we were greeted by a constant supply of guards who guided us to the visa queues (yay!). Having been unaware of the visa I needed to pay I was less than thrilled when it turned out to be $25... with this visa in pocket I set about the long task of making my way through immigration; I really shudder to think how much of my holiday was spent being given the once over by immigration staff :).

As Lena patiently waited for me to appear, bleary-eyed from security, she had proactively collected the luggage so we could just stroll straight out of the arrivals lounge into the waiting masses. First thing we spotted was Lena's friends driver, Made (pronounced mar-day) who had been waiting for us for around an hour. Having been quite delayed coming out of arrivals our first port of call was to pick up auntie Denise's son Rudetia (I know for a fact I have spelt this wrong, Lena, when you see this chastise me and correct the spelling :p).

Straying out of the airport we got our first taste of life in Indonesia, and let me tell you, its dominated by motorcycles. With the roads being what they are in Bali it is far, far, far (far, I tell you!) easier to travel via motorcycle. No sooner had we ventured out of the car park, we were surrounded by all manner of motorbike, with all manner of rider; the easiest ones to spot were the backpackers who had their bags as their riding mates... For around half an hour we travelled the roads, encountering few vehicles with more than 2 wheels. Upon reaching Rudetia's school we picked him and his friend up and headed back off to what would be our home for the next few days.

On our travels back to our accommodation we dropped off Rudetia's friend who kindly invited us in to see a traditional Balinese house; the best way to describe the style of house is open plan. The house was spread across a large area with rooms separated by grass and open air. The dining room was completely open with a roof; must have been amazing in the summer evenings but an absolute pain during the rainy seasons. Despite this little niggle it was an amazing house and was SO different to anything I had seen before I was quite taken aback; it also raised questions about where we would be staying...

With anticipation and excitement dancing through my head as we made the decidedly shorter journey to our final destination the trip seemed far longer. Pulling into the garage I couldn't quite figure out what I should expect. Coming through the adjoining door we were greeted by a pool separating 2 buildings. As we were to decipher, one of the buildings was for guests; more specifically, us! As we came in we were greeted by Denise and her husband Silvio who showed us around our private little building, with its own en suite and the only air conditioning unit in their whole complex (score!). Their house was impressive, but a lot more centralised than the more traditional house we saw earlier in the day; it had 2 floors but felt as breezy as the open plan house.

In addition to being shown around the house we were introduced to the 4-legged family members, a collection of 4 female dogs; 95, Ski, Ski's mum and a 4th who's name eludes me at this time. As we were being introduced we began talking of the evenings activities; having spent such a disproportionate amount of time travelling and queueing meant that most of the day was already gone. With Silvio providing us with maps and advice we decided to head down into the nearby town of Ubud to see what the nightlife had in store for us. With a traditional Balinese dinner waiting for us when we got back it was hard to resist our hunger pangs as we walked down into the town centre.

As we trekked from the house (called the 'BALI PATHFINDER') we came across 2 temples as we came to the main road. Something we noticed as we walked was the abundance of small, square, plates that seemed to adorn almost all houses, temples and stores. Note to self: find out what they are.

Having made it to the main road we managed to make it about 100m before the allure of Bali satay enticed us in. Buying 10 sticks we stood tantalisingly close as the boy grilled the skewers to perfection. As I tucked into the satay I noticed a distinctly different taste and texture to those sampled in Malaysia; thinking it was a difference you would expect to find I continued eating. Shortly after finishing Lena informed me that it was almost certainly not meat but rather bits and pieces of the animal (which animal, she refused to elaborate on) that you would't normally define as meat.

With my appetite now set to cautious we carried on down the road. Having not made it too far down the road I was quite surprised at how quickly the night had drawn in around us. Finding ourselves standing on the dark street with a slew of motorbikes flowing around us we decided that venturing outside of the lights was probably a quick way to get ourselves lost. With weary legs we called it a night, not before grabbing a grape yoghurt smoothie thing from outside one of the convenience stores.

Oooh, that reminds me: Circle K. Like the Pepsi & Coke wars the 24hr convenience store battle was being waged in Asia with Circle K taking the title in Bali. To be honest the difference between the stores is visual alone, with both offering what you would expect in the respective countries. Aside over, back to the main narrative!

As we came back to the Bali Pathfinder on the less favourable uphill slope we had to fight the tiredness and lethargy that plagued us. Beds called us with their inviting song but first, dinner. A nice traditional meal was prepared when we got back and we tucked into some very fragrant and flavourful dishes. Sadly my favourite piece of food was fried, curse my love of fat!

With dinner over we retired to our bed, preparing ourselves for the long day ahead!

Chilling before Bali

Well Bali is calling us, and as such we spent much of the day preparing for the event. Sadly packing is not that interesting so instead we will focus on lunch and our semi-dinner that we had in the evening.

For lunch we departed from our carnivorous antics to sample some vegetarian dishes. The place we visited didn't serve vegetarian dishes exclusively, although there were a lot. To augment our veggie dishes we had: some pandan chicken, which is drumsticks which a pandan leaf wrapped around so that the flavour of the pandan leaf permeates the chicken; and secondly, a whole red snapper in a tomato based sauce. As a very big fan of the meats I found both the chicken and fish to be very well cooked and generally delicious, then we moved onto the vegetarian options and the reviews were slightly more mixed bag. The food presented wasn't bad, rather it wasn't my taste: stuffed vegetables, including stuffed bitter gourd which as it sounds was so bitter it brought fresh wrinkles to my face from screwing it up so much; flat noodles topped with fried garlic, pretty nice although the noodles were very slippery, I much prefer the vermicelli type mee hoon; fried dumplings and pastry were delicious, cementing the realisation that I was in love with all the Malaysian food that is bad for you *sigh*.

After lunch we spent the rest of the day packing and digesting, so when dinner rolled around we weren't really in the mood for anything large so the decision was made to go out for some dessert and a drink at this place called Murni's. The dessert place was called Secret Recipe, a shop that originated in America but had sadly never made it across the pond to the UK (sadly). We ordered 3 desserts to sate our sweet teeth: lava cake, basically a small chocolate cake with a liquid chocolate centre; strawberry and marshmallow cheesecake, which proved to be really tasty; and lastly, tiramisu, a dessert I was left than fond of but I found the sponge to be almost impossibly light and I make attempt to hide the fact I ate a lot of the sponge!

We ate quickly, partly due to only having 10 mins before closing time and partly due to general hunger. As we stumbled out into the humid night we went next door to Murni's for a BIG drink. I feel the concept of Murni's needs a little explanation; the shop is open 6 days a week for an ungodly amount of hours each day and never seems to drop in business, even in the early hours. The popularity of this place means that the restaurant has tables running down the sidewalk for almost an entire block in both directions, they used to fill the car park before the police closed it down due to the shear number of people that would block traffic! The drinks we had were HUGE ice blended drinks with some local fruits (longans) floating at the top. I had a mango blended drink whilst Lena's dad had a strawberry blended one; both of which were sublime.

With the evening coming to a close we went to sleep quickly as it was an early start for Bali!

Going Malacca(n)

Another weekend in KL rolled around; having exhausted a large chunk of the best touristy things to do in the city it was time to branch out! With our gazes set further afield we decided to set out for the state of Malacca; the third largest state in Malaysia (thank you Wikipedia!). Not quite realising how far away this place was I had gone to bed quite late; I only managed about 10 mins into the journey before I was unconscious, I really hope the snoring wasn't bad...

Prior to the long drive we headed for some Dim Sum Breakfast, with all the usual dishes being served although there were a few new ones that I hadn't seen before, including this bright yellow treat filled with sweet butter. I will never wrap my head around the idea of butter, on its own, being used as a sweet filling.

The main interest of going to Malacca was to visit an historic site that showed how the old Malaysian natives used to live; it was set to be a very educational day. Sadly upon arrival the dismal weather took things from being slightly unpleasant to exacerbating the bad start to the day. As we pulled into the site we thought it looked oddly quiet, apparently the entire place was closed for the whole of August; we had missed being able to go by 1 week, arrrghhh!

With the main activity for the day gone we decided to make the most of the time available and headed across the lot to a slightly disheveled looking place which was apparently a bee museum. Now I am neither a fan of bees or the stuff that some people tolerate them for; I, of course, am talking of honey. The sole saving grace of this place was it had a roof capable of shielding us from the rain, although the rest of the place felt like it was an overly large garage someone had converted to turn a quick buck. The place consisted of rows of euthanised bees and hornets who had their corpses held in place to show how all the different variants of bee and hornet used to live. The second aspect of the place was some honey testing and shop at the middle of the place, not being a fan of honey I politely turned down the offer but Lena and her dad tucked in; if your a fan of honey this stuff was apparently quite nice.

It feels like a shame because if I liked honey I could see myself becoming quite a connoisseur of the stuff; for those of you unaware the taste of honey is dependent on the flowers the bees pollenated (no Wiki needed here, pure Jack-fueled knowledge!) and it would be quite a thrill to differentiate the flowers that made up the honey. I am going on quite a tangent here, back to Malacca!

With the trip to the bee...place, sorry I cannot call that a museum, we headed off out in search of some culturally enriching places to visit. Thankfully we didn't have to move too far as just down the road was an authentic looking hut which provided information about all the cultural history of the tribes that existed across Malaysia. It was quite small but for an entrance fee of 40p I don't think I should have expected much. Another thing I just realised is that this place was operating a few hundred yards down the road from the far larger, and far better, cultural village, so being able to survive in any state was quite impressive. Again, like the bee place, the cultural heritage site was quite small so we found ourselves completing our time there within an hour.

Once the cultural aspect was polished off he headed off to a gator farm to see us some big ass dinosaur-era beasties! The one thing I remember thinking as I headed in was 'how the hell are they going to justify the price?', if you think about it gators aren't exactly the most sprightly of animals unless food is on the table, so unless someone throws their kid in things aren't going to get very exciting. I was thankfully wrong and found the places central attraction was the gators with a supporting cast of other reptiles and, rather oddly, a miniature collection of Malaysian landmarks. Initially when we walked inside I kept getting the feeling I was in Legoland as we walked straight into the miniature land.

Quickly we passed by the small village in order to get to see the animals. Finally we saw the big pens where they were all housed, now these things were huge and the ones that had decided to keep in the water were barely visible; scared me to think of the pant-shitting terror you would feel if there was no pen and you happened to be by the riverside. As I had suspected earlier the big beasties were just lying there, wallowing even, in their pens and seemed to either not care or were irked that there were people there to look at them.

Moving past their pens we went and had a look around the place: a small aviary, pretty pointless considering the better one we saw in KL; a reptile house, pretty sweet once I realised a chicken in one of the cages wasn't an exhibit but rather dinner for an anaconda; lastly, the gift shop! It says a lot about a place when you are enjoying the gift shop more than the rest of the place... The main thing we took away from the place was presents for the family, which I will not mention in order to not ruin it for them :).

Our time on the peripheral of the state was over and we headed further in to the state. The next stop was a Batik shop which is a particular style of clothing in Malaysia which is equivalent to black tie except, you know... way more colourful. The main selling point of this place was you could make your own Batik cloth and hand draw the design yourself. The way this was conducted was to take a piece of the silk Batik cloth, and using liquid wax, create the outline for the design. The wax acted as a channel for the ink to flow across the silk without it spreading too far. The designs were very intricate and elaborate; this became apparent when it took Lena over 2 hours to complete her own specialised design!

With much of the morning gone we headed off to the touristy section of Malacca. As we were going through the state I did some research on the place we were about to visit just so I looked like a know it all... also because Lena it was a better use for my phone :). As we wandered through the idilic streets lined with plants and small bedsits we spotted a local woman selling freshly made treats. The food was a small chewy piece with a coconut flaked covering; as you bit into it the soft centre spilled into your mouth, if you could remove any sexual connotation from your mind I would really appreciate it!

With the treats wetting our appetite we headed for some of Malacca's special dishes; chicken balls. The chicken balls are just rice balls flavoured with a bit of chicken; whilst they may sound rather bland the story behind them is quite sweet. The creator was trying to find a way to get his children to eat his rice balls and decided that added a little bit of chicken flavour would be an inexpensive solution to his little predicament, thankfully it worked and soon people across Malacca were doing the same. Sadly chicken rice balls never really moved much further than the state, meaning we had to try it whilst we were here.

After the filling lunch of chicken rice balls, and various other forms of chicken, we headed off to the are populated by the Portuguese (and then the Dutch) during the times of old! The whole are is symbolised by a collection of beautiful red painted buildings and a couple of forts pointing both inland and out to sea. Like so many areas of interest the tourist touts had set-up shop, somewhat spoiling the experience. The place we stopped off was the centre of the red building district; the Melacca Church. A remarkable collection of red painted buildings with the centre being devoted to the Christian faith, as brought over by the conquerors.

Having gotten our fill of the first tourist site we decided to walk down to the big fort on a hill built to protect the new rulers of Malacca from any subsequent invasion. Getting there proved to be a little trickier as we only had a rough idea where this thing actually was, we thought about our options before deciding we needed to try one of the trishaws. The guy got paid £2 to take us both to the place; had we been more confident in our own ability we would have realised we were less than 100m from the place and had just paid for the guy to take us round the corner, cheeky bugger. I don't really begrudge him because trying to haul me was probably worth it and I did get to ride in a trishaw!

The next two places we visited, a car ride between them, were both forts constructed by the Dutch, which were never breached by invaders. Both places had a full collection of cannons, all of which were bolted down. Apparently a few enterprising thieves had decided that the very heave, and very unsecured, cannons were worth a fair bit of money so there had been a spate of thefts until the local government nailed them down.

After all the sightseeing we headed off for some food, another Malacca only dish, but first we went to the area right by the sea where the Portuguese had settled upon arriving on the Malaysian shores. After a drink and playing with some little noisemaking things, they were basically bits of paper with some combustible powder inside which made a noise on dropping, we went in search of dinner. Much like the chicken balls of lunch the food of Malacca we were having for dinner hadn't really left Malacca, but for entirely different reasons. The dinner was a steamboat but instead of there being a boiling pot in the middle filled with water the one we were eating from was filled with boiling hot peanut sauce. Whilst it is easy to maintain boiling water, this stuff required far more management, including regular stirring to prevent the bits sinking to the bottom and sticking to the container. The level of maintenance is the main reason why this idea hasn't left Malacca, this is also supported by the fact that most people add the peanut sauce after boiling the item anyway, so it doesn't really add much. In reality the dinner was delicious and having the hot sauce made it taste even better; the best though was this bread like dish which absorbed so much of the sauce that is was, far and away, the best thing about this Malaccan dinner!

With our stomachs filled we headed home, not before taking a small detour to look at the huge oil refinery that Lena's dad helped to build. The thing was huge! It supplied most of Malaysia and the area we stopped off gave us a wonderful view of all the HUGE tankers lining up to be filled. Quite a sight!

Going to the government... for an Identity Card

Well today was just one of those days where we had to get something done; get an identity card. Ever since the end of the Second World War and the beginning of the time dubbed as 'the emergency' it has been required for every Malaysian to carry an identity card for their own safety. Sadly Lena's was getting close to lapsing so off to the... identity card building (I think). Not exactly a glamourous day, but hey, sometimes you just gotta get shit done.

After driving through what seemed like a never-ending stream of traffic and spending far too long trying to actually find the building we needed, we went and had ourselves some lunch at a little place called strawberry fields; Lena had been there the last time she needed her card renewing. The place felt like your standard cafe; nice food, but lacking that certain friendly family touch you get with more local food. Even though the place lacked a homey feel you couldn't really fault the food, to be honest I could be remembering things wrong as one of the dishes was just kickass; chicken coated in fine egg floss. The bite sized pieces of chicken were just delicious, and the thin strands of crunchy egg were fantastic; I still haven't the faintest idea how they were able to make it that wispy.

After lunch we headed off to, what I thought would be, a long queue but when we got there I found it to be remarkably efficient; it could be the side effect of having my expectation of the government office at rock bottom. With our trip over really quickly we headed home for an afternoon of chinese TV and messing around with a pomelo; that's not an innuendo, look it up!

For dinner we went out to a restaurant that Lena's dad went to before many years ago, I think it was famous for some kind of fish? It doesn't really matter because after finding our way to the restaurant they were sold out for the night so we had to make do with another place just round the corner. No amount of good food served could make up for the worse dish; stingray. Let me paint a picture for you, we tuck into the stingray and after a few bites we get the unmistakeable smell of ammonia, apparently the truck bringing the fish also delivered the bleach; never knew the two were regularly shipped together, needless to say we didn't order another one...

Movie & A Pizza

Yesterdays experience with Nando's had soured me to the whole experience of western food in Asia, but my will had one more attempt left in me before it submitted, battered and broken. I decided pizza was on the cards for today, like Nando's of yore I had resisted the urge to try one of my favourite dishes whilst here in SE Asia. Seeing as I had seen numerous pizza places around KL I decided that Pizza Hut would be a fine (alright, mediocre) choice for lunch.

Something I was going to have to get used to was the muslim nature of the country and that meant a lot of franchises chose to go halal in order to appeal to the largest cross section of the population as possible, but in my world that meant only one thing; NO BACON! So my original choice of meat feast went right out the window, no pig based pizza for me... The alternative used beef bacon and was the equivalent of the super supreme in the UK. Once again the awesome flavours of Asia blew away the tepid taste of overly oily pizza. Damn you Asia and the flavours you have; damn you East India Trading Company for being such dicks and not bring such awesome flavours from Asia to stay!

From lunch we went to dinner, with a western theme once again. The place known as Ship; famous for steak and an assortment of seafood. For the first time I can remember I got to have escargot with garlic cheese and it was awesome, I can't believe I survived this long without them! The rest of the dinner was super-sized and awesome, I got to have a mango drink served in a mug bigger than my HEAD! The steak was cooked to perfection but sadly the sauce wasn't as good as Lena's, which made me sad :(.

As it was a day of firsts and the night was still young we went off to Baskin & Robins to try my very fist ice cream cake. It was pretty damn nice and seeing as it is so hot here in Malaysia it was the best way you could improve cake!

A Taste of something Western

The urge was too great, I had to cave in... Nando's. There it is out in the open now, I've made it nearly a month and I just couldn't resist the chicken cravings any longer. As it turns out I should have gone cold turkey (metaphorically).

Lena had led me to believe, perhaps trying to inflate Malaysian cuisine, that almost all sit-down restaurants in Malaysia have Pepsi on tap. Sadly this was not to be the case in Nando's, which I think is quite ironic considering it is one of the few places in the UK which actually DOES allow free refills. With this bombshell dropped the meal would have to do a lot to drag itself out from the pit it had thrown itself off (in my mind it did so into a sea of Pepsi, but that's just me). Things didn't get off to a good start when I realised I had made a mistake and they did actually have Pepsi on tap but it wasn't out in the open, and if you have been skim reading so far; for shame!

The food itself was nowhere near as good as that back in the UK but I have a theory about that. I am now looking back on the meal and nothing stands out as being bad: the chicken was well cooked; the bread was fresh; the toppings were crisp and added all the right tastes (I had a chicken burger btw). The thing is that I have been spoilt with flavour here in Malaysia, sometimes a man does long for the food of home but a lack of it had built it up in my mind to the point that I had almost deified it. Back to good old Malaysian cuisine for me then!

With that little revelation behind us we went out to dinner with a relative of Lena's over from the land of Oz (I couldn't be assed to type out Australia... and have ended up typing far more; goddammit!). The dinner of choice today: seafood steamboat, now we're talking! The dishes served up offered quite a cross section of crustaceans. The highlight of which was having to throw LIVING jumbo prawns into the boiling soup to cook them. To indicate how alive these prawns were, they had to have a plate over them to prevent them jumping across the table; a fact we only found out once we removed the lid. It became quite apparent that I was now becoming quite desensitised to the killing and dismemberment of crustaceans to the point that I was happy being chief 'terminator'!

After dinner was done we headed for some after dinner dessert! Unfortunately that meant road side durians... oh no. Thankfully it was open air which meant I could keep down wind of the smell. With the smell of durian puncturing my sense of smell for some time to come we called it a night :).