Entertaining myself has meant lots of walking (aimless meandering with occasional harmonica action), and a healthy amount of reading (usually takes the form of me bumming around a foodcourt in a mall, or paying the least I can for a drink to not get thrown out of a nice hotel lobby cafe).

On a random walk around town.
Outside office hours I've been lucky enough to catch up with friends and to be taken to lots of local food spots. I was even taken to attend an Evangelical Christian Sunday Service, Praise the Lord!

Bah Kut Teh - pork bone soup served with tea.
I've also enjoyed trace amounts of what I think must be contemporary Malaysian (Malaysian-Chinese) culture. Specifically, the night culture. Strangely it didn't involve bars or alcohol. It mostly revolved around food and games.
Food is King in Malaysia and people expect to be able to buy food at any time of the day or night, be it Chinese, Malay or Indian food. Indian food is typically and rather famously found at 'mamak' stores. These are simple, but often huge, restaurants run by Indian Muslims. I think the phrase 'mamak' actually refers to Indian Muslims, but it is also taken to mean these kinds of shop-houses. Many mamak stores are open 24 hours. Other kinds of food can be found along the road sides or in large hawker centres (food courts), which are also open late into the night.
One evening we went to an area called 'Subang Jaya', which is a town attached to the side of Kuala Lumpur, and has several university colleges and thus plenty of students. We'd already eaten so arrived there to play table football (fussball) a bit before midnight. After my comprehensive thrashing, we left. Someone made comments about playing Counter Strike (a computer game, for those who somehow don't know), so off we went. We were lucky to find seats at the gigantic net cafe, which had a rather loud drone made from hundreds of gamers clicking, tapping, whacking their machines. This lasted until after 2am. We were all rather knackered. I heard more whispers about us getting supper (supper being the 4th meal of the day that I never before knew existed), thinking it was a joke. Of course it wasn't. Supper was after 3am. More jokes about us playing pool. 4am. Darts then took us to nearly 5am. And so, we'd made it to 5am, entertained, and completely sober. I was told this was not unusual, and judging by the crowds everywhere and when we went I could see that this was so.
My time at net cafe is up. More to follow.

Net-gaming at 2am.










