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We splurge, and book a room at one of the nicest hotels in KL, the Sheraton Imperial. Seb works his pilot magic, flashing his expired Air Asia badge, and manages to get half off his room. The rooms are immense, and I have a magnificent view of the city from my throne in the bathroom (the shower too has a full wall window onto the world, makes me wonder how many voyeurs buy houses near the hotel)

To continue the splurge, we book lunch at the top of the Menara Tower. Lunch at the restaurant is only barely more than a ticket to the viewing deck, and the rotating buffet restaurant gives Seb the opportunity to point out all the interesting spots around town, including his old apartment (a great way to learn about the city actually!).

Seb’s desperate for one last hair cut at his favorite barber, and so we jump the monorail (*hush* monorail… monorail…) to get back to his old neighborhood. We wander by a massive river/storm drain that’s his back yard and make our way up to his apartment. Seb’s barber works in a small 10’x10′ room on the ground floor of his building. This guy knows how to give a proper haircut, Malaysian style: cut (shave?) the hair, and then provide a full scalp massage including making some very odd “popping” sounds with his hands while whacking Seb on the head, all from the convenience of your own building.

We head up the street for a some tasty bites from the “Fat Man,” one of Seb’s favorite local characters (slightly portly by US standards, but this is Malaysia) who serves up some of the best spicy food in town. Sun setting we head to the rooftop Luna Bar, just below the Menara Tower, sporting awesome views from its poolside glass walled lounges. We spot a member of the Chinese mafia surrounded by his “bitches” and know where in the zone! 😉