After Kuala Lumpur (where we found the sunset and the view of the Petronas Towers from the Skybar of the Trader’s Hotel quite spectacular) and the previous main port of Malaysia in Melaka (the Dutch* succeeded after an initial bloom to mismanage the city quite badly and the British concentrated more on Georgetown and Singapore later on), we flew on to Bali on Saturday.

From the Low Cost Carrier Terminal in Kuala Lumpur. An extraordinary experience. Starting with the bus ride there, including 15 minutes of refuelling one kilometer ahead of our destination. Then we were brought to the further away KLIA, only to realize that nobody wanted to go there. Or at least didn’t know at the time. Three Chinese women in the first row (and honestly you can’t really blame them) didn’t get the weird system of this airport with its two large terminals that are a 20 minutes drive apart from each other. It was also interesting to walk 800 meters along and onto the runway, without really knowing if we were walking to the right plane at all. Low cost at its best.

By new we are sitting very relaxed at the pool at Hotel Genggong (thanks to Lux & Kathrin for the tip) and just do nothing 🙂

*Apropos Dutch: we Austrians tend to come across our Northern neighbors (=Germans) a lot while on vacaction but this time the amount of Dutch we came across was almost frightening. Who would have thought that after so many years of colonization that people still want to go there so much. On the other hand we had no explanation for the great number of French.

Where exactly are we supposed to go?

Finally at Bali!