Mun Kit took a bus from Ipoh to Taiping and we hung out for a couple hours before I got on a bus back to KL. He was to catch a bus back to Ipoh from the same station half an hour after I left but missed the bus because he was looking for a prostitute.
I arrived in Pudu Raya and had to catch the LRT home. A couple cab drivers who did not know I was from KL offered to take me to PJ for $35. Burdened with two heavy bags, one on each shoulder, I was quite tempted to take up their X5 inflated price. Plus, being away from Malaysia so long, my sense of direction around KL was now reduced to following where the rest of the people seemed to be going. As I got closer to Central Market, things got a little more familiar and I was finally able to pick up the trail to the LRT station.
I got off at the Taman Jaya terminal and gave Dad a call to come pick me up. While waiting, I was approached by two Mormon white guys, Elder Hale from Utah and Elder Bob from Arizona. Elder Bob started to preach to me about his religion, but to his dismay I spun the conversation around and started talking about the Arizona Diamondbacks.
Midway through our conversation, another member of their Mormon posse crossed our path, exchanged nods of acknowledgement with the two elders and went on his way . He looked familiar but I could not place his name. So I asked Utah and Arizona and they told me his name.
"Felix," I called out. Elder Felix turned and walked back towards us. Felix used to play chess with me some 15 years ago. The catch up with Felix spared me from a Mormonic sermon as the few minutes that were bought was just enough for Dad to arrive with the getaway car.
I arrived in Pudu Raya and had to catch the LRT home. A couple cab drivers who did not know I was from KL offered to take me to PJ for $35. Burdened with two heavy bags, one on each shoulder, I was quite tempted to take up their X5 inflated price. Plus, being away from Malaysia so long, my sense of direction around KL was now reduced to following where the rest of the people seemed to be going. As I got closer to Central Market, things got a little more familiar and I was finally able to pick up the trail to the LRT station.
I got off at the Taman Jaya terminal and gave Dad a call to come pick me up. While waiting, I was approached by two Mormon white guys, Elder Hale from Utah and Elder Bob from Arizona. Elder Bob started to preach to me about his religion, but to his dismay I spun the conversation around and started talking about the Arizona Diamondbacks.
Midway through our conversation, another member of their Mormon posse crossed our path, exchanged nods of acknowledgement with the two elders and went on his way . He looked familiar but I could not place his name. So I asked Utah and Arizona and they told me his name.
"Felix," I called out. Elder Felix turned and walked back towards us. Felix used to play chess with me some 15 years ago. The catch up with Felix spared me from a Mormonic sermon as the few minutes that were bought was just enough for Dad to arrive with the getaway car.