chicha and chichi

Week 3 in KL was quite relaxing - just what I needed after 2 weeks of acquiring Malaysian antibodies. I'm feeling a bit weary and much, much vaguer than usual - but alas, deadlines don't go away and I'm disturbed about the fact that my new client is eager to receive and read long reports. Andrew and I have destroyed whole sections of the Amazon the last few days.

Spent Saturday eating, shopping and pub-hopping with various new ex-pat buddies and spent Sunday with Sri who I was on Schlumberger boot camp with in 2001. We went to Bangsar for shopping (can't wait to go back alone and spend hours in that Ted Baker changeroom guilt-free) and later on to Bukit Bintang for tapas and apple chicha - very yummy but now that I've googled and found out it's as bad or worse than smoking, I won't be making a habit of it! Then back to Skybar for the trademark Chi-chi cocktail. They wouldn't let us in though because Glen was wearing three-quarter length trousers and they have a "No shorts" dress code. Fair enough we thought - at least we were allowed to sit in the entry area which still had a pretty speccy view of the Twin Towers. As we sat there sipping our cocktails and trying hard not to take the offhand treatment personally, at least one female in short denim shorts was allowed entry. O well...

I had my first Nasi Lemak (typical Malay dish) - see piccy. After a couple of weeks of thinking it was the weirdest combination of foods ever, I have discovered it really works! Yum.