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Monday 12 September 1996
After two & a half months travelling through Thailand and Malaysia, I was taking my time in Kuala Lumpur, resting before Sumatra. Got up late feeling a bit sleepy from a few beers the night before in an English style pub. I headed off towards Merdeka square to post my recent photos home, dressed in a now dirty grey T-shirt and faded orange shorts.
Kuala Lumpur black jack story
Stevemonty2005-09-23 19:16:40
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Monday 12 September 1996
After two & a half months travelling through Thailand and Malaysia, I was taking my time in Kuala Lumpur, resting before Sumatra. Got up late feeling a bit sleepy from a few beers the night before in an English style pub. I headed off towards Merdeka square to post my recent photos home, dressed in a now dirty grey T-shirt and faded orange shorts.
A Malaysian man began talking to me about the football the night before. Newcastle had just beaten Manchester United. Suprisingly he asked if I was from Nottingham or Manchester? 'Yes', I replied, I had studied in Nottingham and he excitedly told me that he was going to work there as a foreign student counsellor. He asked if I would meet his girlfriend and mother to put their minds at rest about living in England. He gave his name as Mr Fong of Damansara Heights. I wanted some breakfast and did not really want to talk, but him and his friend of about 35 to 45 years old sat down next to me.
He invited me back to his parents for lunch, but I said no I wanted to go to the post office. So he said "OK I'll show you the post office", I did not realise it was just around the corner! I followed him, he selected me an envelope, I picked one of a better size and he rushed me through the counter process making me slightly annoyed. I had forgotten that I had no money on me. The postage was 12 Ringitt (RM) and I only had 6RM. I said I'll have to come back later after the bank, but instead he paid over the extra. I tried to refuse but he insisted.
It was difficult to now decline his offer and hastily we jumped in a taxi and taken about 3km, south along Jalan Sultan Mohammed into the posh suburbs. Quite a respectable painted white home except for the tacky posters of Western female models and landscapes. His mother was not about so I started talking to his father, a knowledgeable man and ate some very good vinegared beef with rice, salad and black coffee.
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See photographs from:
Malaysia Gallery
