A quick weekend visit to Pulau Kapas is very easy, if Firefly don’t cancel your flight (this did happen to me due to ‘operational issues’… luckily I was able to change it to the following Saturday).
Tag: kuala lumpur
Solo in Siquijor, The Philippines – Women Who Wander
Nine years after the magic of Palawan conquered my love of turquoise seas and empty beaches I returned to the Philippines, this time Cebu. After a one night stop in hectic Dumaguete where the distinctive characteristics of the Philippines hit all my senses at once (tricycles, horns beeping, loud church sermons, fast food, being called maam…),…
Wander with coffee
Caffeine fuelled travel
As a coffee addict living in a city with a million cafes I find myself wandering into a lot of them. So, I’ve created an instagram and blog to share strong coffees and random wanders in Malaysia and beyond. If caffeine and travel is your thing, have a look.
Heli Lounge Bar (Heli-Pad) – Kuala Lumpur
Yes, it is literally a bar on a heli-pad. Incredible. Throughout the past fourteen months I’ve had quite a lot of visitors: from close friends and family to friends of friends and friends of family etc. An absolute must-do for every visitor has been Heli-Pad; I even managed to get my 80 year old granddad…
Eat, Drink KL – Indian Edition
The Indian food in Malaysia is fantastic. I may even say it’s my favourite food here. Although, before I do I must throw some love at the Malay dishes char kway teow (an amazing stir fried noodle dish) and assam laksa (a rich and spicy noodle soup) both more than delicious. The Indian food though…
Day 5 – 1st Saturday in KL
It was exciting to get to the weekend, nearly recovered from jet lag and raring to explore the city I could see from my balcony. But first, to the pool!
It’s such a treat to live somewhere with a pool AND one that’s…
Day 3 – My Local Mamak
At around 3am on day 3 I realised I couldn’t sleep, I’d been hit with jet lag. After an hour or so of Instagram, Twitter, Facebook stalking and the Guardian I dozed off until the sound of the sleeping teacher’s 6am alarm woke me up, again.
I dragged the duvet over my head and into the lounge to join the now awake teacher for his morning coffee/Whatsapp/news/BBC sport routine.
Later in the day I napped, a dangerous move when trying to adjust to a new time zone, the ridiculous humidity clearly adding to my dopiness. I forced myself to wake up by unpacking. The main ground rule was do not sit down…
