Company

This was a big weekend for us. We had our first visitor. Bruce Mackenzie had business in Singapore and dropped in on the way back to London. Singapore is about a 3 hour drive south from here. It was nice to have a Canadian friend drop in and to catch up on old friends and family.
We managed to find Bruce a tennis partner to replace his wife Marilyn. Bruce and Maureen got thoroughly thrashed as per usual. Bruce left on Saturday evening and I got brave enough to drive him to KL Central where he could catch a shuttle to the airport. We managed to find our way there and back without getting lost once. We even stopped in at the market in Bangsar. We were hoping to find veggies and fruit but because this is Ramadam the only merchants there were food vendors. There are hundreds of different choices of great smelling and looking food. I've added photos of a few.
The tennis team. Bruce is on the left and Paul, a teacher at Mont' Kiara, is on the right. Paul's wife, Melanie, another teacher and former Aussie beach vb champ, joined us. With her as it partner it wasn't too hard to beat the old man and the cripple.

This is sort of a porridge wrapped in banana leaves.

The food is cooked right there. It all smells quite good. We had just eaten before going there so plan to go back and try things out.

Lots of different juices are also available. See how they are served in plastic bags. You slip straws in through the top and sip away.

On Sunday I went for a bike ride with the boys up the mountain again. Johnny, from the bike shop, talked me into putting slick tires on the mountain bike. It made for an even faster ride down the hill. Maureen took up a better offer and played tennis with a couple of teachers from school. I made it home just before the rain storm in the video. The storms are wild here. Being on the 29th floor we are in the middle of them.
Sunday evening we had Paul and Melanie, 2 of their 3 daughters, and another couple from the school for dinner. This was our first company for dinner since we've come, Maureen, of course, was in her element cooking up something from the Whitewater cookbook.

Here we are. We rode a few kms higher than last time so that we could get to the sign.