“I’ll just go sing karaoke,” I retorted, resisting feebly being pulled into yet another store at the Berjay Times Square mall in Kuala Lumpur. The fellow at the desk of the Kuala Lumpur Malaysia hotels we popped into looked at me with pity as Charlene squealed with delight when she found out we were within walking distance of said mall. The fellow in the pinstriped pajama like pants could sense my feeling of impending doom as I was about to lead out of the comfortable hotel with its comfortable leather chairs and cigar smoking room and quick service and out into the busy streets and bedlam of Kuala Lumpur.
But I couldn’t stay indoors all the time, I reasoned, so I am going to do a little shopping. Big whoop. Our ancestors had it worse. Why, my own father had to bathe once a month in collected rain water, in a laundry tub, with a wire brush and a box of Borax. So he said. They were tougher back then. But what made this mall in Malaysia a little different was was the amusement area that includes a bowling alley (not a bowler), a game arcade (not video game savvy enough), and, of all things, a roller coaster, right inside the mall. Now this was a mall I could sink my teeth into, now if I could just get Charlene to play air hockey with me, but I digress. Up on the sixth floor it is, past the luxurious shops and well dressed shoppers in this air conditioned wonderland of shopping. Still, I would rather noodle around Chinatown, famed in Kuala Lumpur, and look at duck in the windows, and even eat some of the said ducks, in the luxury of a little less air conditioning and a lot of interesting food. When in doubt, go to the local China town if you are lucky enough to have one, and have a bowl or plate, and the local version was no exception.
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