Manny was busy again, well we told him what we doing today and he took it onboard. We were off to the bird park and butterfly house. We asked hotel staff for a taxi and while we waited, a taxi driver across the road called to us. No, we will take the taxi organised by the hotel, thank you.
On the outside of cabs are signs warning you to ensure the taxi meter is turned on and do not negotiate a fare. Our shiny new blue SUV taxi arrived and the driver told me he only got the brand new car yesterday and I was the first passenger to sit in the front seat. He turned the meter on and took us to the KL Bird Park. The fare was MR22, about $7.
From the bird park we walked to the butterfly house. I had hoped to see the miniature deer but R was not keen. The deer park was near by. We caught one of the old and predominate taxi cabs back to the hotel. When we told him where we wanted to go, instead of telling him to use the meter, we agreed to the price of MR20, cheaper than what we had paid to get to the park.
It seemed a quicker trip, perhaps because the one way roads worked better and this drive took a couple of short cuts down side streets. In spite of signs all over taxis that you must insist on the driver using the meter, I thought we had done well with the agreed price. But no, we discovered later that the new blue taxis have a higher flagfall and a higher travelling rate, so the basic taxi would have cost a good bit less had we made the driver use the meter.
It was wise for this woman to have her photo taken by a polaroid when she first arrived. We saw her as we were leaving and she looked as hot and bothered as we felt.
Another photo shoot. The Aussie sulphur crested cockatoos squawked and squawked. One of the staff feigned punches at one, which did not look good, and the little boy cried in terror.
Yes, it is tarantula.
We rested for a bit back at our hotel and then set off for a short walk to the Pavillion shopping mall. The KL shopping malls are huge with monster car parks underneath them. We wanted coffee and went to a chain place called Old Town. We were given menus and then ignored while staff chatted among themselves. We left and had much better coffee at U Cafe near the monorail station.
A magazine had been delivered to our hotel. What a pity the back cover is the front cover and the pages read all wrong. Ah, for people who read differently to us.
We had underestimated how many shirts we would need while we were away, well we took all our short sleeved shirts, so we bought a couple each in Parkson department store. I had a haircut. I gave the lass money and she sorted out change and put some money in a vending machine to pay for my haircut. She did a great job.
Manny arrived at 8.30 and took us to have pumpkin steamboat. He is a regular customer at this place near his office, so we had three staff hovering and helping. But once again we were in the heat outdoors. No, they aren't toothpicks, but guess.......noodles. Correction. They are mushroom on the plate, not noodles.