First of all, I've been dreading this trip for days and days. I think it's a waste of time. Granted there's work to do, people to meet etc etc. But really, the potential reward seems less than the sacrifices. I guess I'll have to wait till later to be sure, but I think I'll be right.
Secondly, the traveling is a somewhat time-wasting affair. Imagine this: I shuttled from SIN to KL, arriving at KLIA at 1630 hrs, only to wander around for naught till my next flight to KB at 2130 hrs. The only redeeming factor being the wireless connection at LCCT, through which I was able to blog nonsense via my PDA phone.
Third, after braving the shaky flight and arriving at KB at 2230 hrs, ready to whisk back to our hotel and fall into our expected warm beds, we were faced with an empty parking lot. Turned out that the driver who was supposed to pick us up had just left his office and had even lost his way on the way to the airport! His excuse: he's from Perak and was new here. 
Later on, after what seemed like forever, he took us to this nice, bright hotel with a big lobby and a nice decor. I felt better. But my happiness was short lived as we soon discovered that he had taken us to the wrong hotel! No wonder there was no reservation as promised.
By then my dad is super mad and threatened to just cab our way there if he didn't know his way. But we got back to the car anyway (an embarrassing affair, what with lugging our stuff out of the hotel and back to the shoddy car) and headed to the right hotel. Which was right beside the pretty one.
Now this was NOT a hotel. It's more like a motel, or worse, a backpackers' inn. I actually saw a backpacker's van parked right outside. I had a very bad feeling.
True enough, when I returned to the allocated room, I was somewhat shocked and very disgusted. Shady. Very shady. It's by far the worst room I have stayed in. Way worse than the budget hole in the wall thing I had in Genting some years back.
Here's a picture of the room for effect.
And yes, that IS ALL. Not angle trick or anything. Right beside the two tiny beds is an even tinier toilet, which I shall try to show below.
I would totally put up more pics but the internet connection is so slow and unreliable I'm afraid to lose all my content if I try to be too adventurous.
Anyway, if you can see, the shower is right beside the toilet bowl, which means you shower right onto (or into) the toilet bowl, which is beside the miserable porcelain bowl they call a sink. Above the sink is a plain glass for mirror. There was also no real soap given.
If that's not bad enough, check this out. The towels had random, shady looking hairs on them. BOTH OF THEM!!! I was scared and dried myself off with my own clean garments. What the hell was that about?!
I called my mom and ranted for twenty minutes.
This is what you get when your host is el cheapo. It's not about being ungrateful or anything, but I would gladly have paid for my own accommodation. We expected to do that anyway and have something more decent in return.
Sigh. I miss home.
And guess what, my "organised" dad has yet again surprised me by saying that it's possible we might have to stay another night (luckily at KL this time) and will only get back home on Friday morning.
I need to get my flight changed. NOW.
Bloody hell the meeting tomorrow has better be fruitful.
One redeeming point: at least there's free, working internet.
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