Not much to say about the flight except that it was long, but that’s OK because it’s a long way. If it was a short flight to a long way away I’d not believe we were here. As usually happens with me I wasn’t prepared days, or even hours in advance. In truth I spent a few hours on the 10th running around town buying the last bits that I needed.
We touched down in KLIA shortly after a gorgeously pink sunset. KLIA has a terminal called LCCT (Low Cost Carrier Terminal). Not unsurprisingly this is where the low cost airlines land. And we were flying with one* – Air Asia X, as it happens. No idea where the X came from, but it’s not a rating for the flight in any way. Back to the LCCT - not the most luxurious of arrival points, but probably not the worst – functional, I’d say.
We had a car to meet us at the airport (yeah – I know, low cost airline, paying extra for the car – that’s the way we roll and it doesn’t have to make sense) which it turned out we were sharing with another two guests. Except there was no sign of them and eventually we found out that they had made their own way and already checked in to the hotel. So it would have been quicker to get the free shuttle bus. And only marginally less comfortably.
Still, I’ve walked through the Arrivals gate to be met by someone with my name on a sign. OK, Vicki’s name***. But I was with her, so that counts, I’m sure.
So the car whisked us off through the night, and through the rows and rows and rows of palm trees that fill up all the free space around the airport.
10 minutes later we were pulling up to the entrance to The Concorde Inn Hotel – our home for the next two days. It being long dark by this point I couldn’t tell so much about it other than it being a series of single story blocks that looked suspiciously like chalets. I was a little concerned that I might be staying in the Malaysian equivalent of Butlins.
As it was, it was pretty much like any hotel room anywhere else – shower and toilet on the left, wardrobe on the right and sleeping area right ahead.
The rest of the evening was given over to a meal of noodles followed by fresh fruit – if any of you have never been to the
After that, checked out the pool fancying a swim but it was shut so we went to bed.
Now I realise that these are a lot of words you’ve just read about not very much at all. I also realise that you’ll probably know I can be a little, well, verbose**** but don’t panic. The day after the one described here actually sees me have something to talk about.
*Pretty good, as they go. For long haul, at least, the space you get to sit in is not too bad. The food was awful**, but that wasn’t surprising really. It got us here though and with minimal discomfort.
**I think the problem was choosing Western food on an Asian flight. The “Cottage Pie” looked as if it had been conceived by someone who had read about them but never actually seen one close up.
***Vicki did actually stipulate that both our names should be on, but the hotel missed that instruction. Still, lovely thought.
****OK, a gobshite.
a hotel? what's one of those? The place I stayed in KL reminded me of a brothel. scrub that, I've never been in a brothel so why would it remind me of one but still, that's what it felt like.......
ReplyDeleteword of advice - eat from the street stalls and places full of locals (hands, dear, hands) Don't go near restaurants full of tourists. :)