Candylicious... And Victoria's Secret....

Last night I did two of the most enjoyable things in the world..  I went and did all my shopping in Victoria’s Secret (and I will leave that right there – I normally do this on my US jaunts but to my absolute delight there is one in Malaysia) AND I spent an hour walking around a magical shop called “Candylicious”.

Candylicious

Honestly, Candylicious is the happiest place on earth.  As a kid, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was my favourite movie (the original, obviously, I am old and Johnny Depp’s was not around back then..  And his was rubbish anyway).  This shop is the essence of Willy Wonka’s factory..  All that was missing was the oompa loompas...  And Charlie and his Grandfather.

To be clear; I am not a big chocolate fan at all.  If I eat sweet things, I actually prefer Gummy Bears and the like, but I walked around this place for an hour, YES, an hour, and marvelled in the 1000’s of different types, designs and brands of candy (okay, lollies) and chocolate….

The music suited the place!  I did a jig to Ghostbusters, I shimmied to the Spice Girls and I hummed soulfully to Brother Iz’s remake of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”.  All the while as excited as a kid in a candy store.  Oh, that’s right, I was.

 

 

It Only Happens In The Movies

Supposedly these things only happen in the movies..

After a day of shopping and pampering, I ordered room service, ate a delicious Malaysian dish, drank an icy cold diet coke (because we all know diet coke cancels out every calorie in any meal) and decided to be a model hotel guest and put my tray outside the door to be collected.

The tray wasn't light and it took some manoeuvring to open the door. Smiling to myself when I had accomplished the feat, I then turned around only to see the door close behind me. I was in my pyjamas with no shoes, wet hair and not looking my finest. I immediately cracked up laughing and went to the phone near the elevator to ask for assistance, only to be told I had to go down to reception. Still laughing, I got in the lift and went down stairs. A few people took a cursory glance (after all, it was 9.30pm) and the two hotel employees were smiling broadly as I approached reception. I am not sure whether they just always smile broadly (probably) or were quite amused to see someone approach them in pyjamas (possibly). I quickly explained my dilemma, a new key was cut and I returned to the elevator. Only to have a party of about 40 American IT consultants, who are here on a conference, arrive at the lifts just as it arrived to take me back to the safe haven of my room.

They got a good 60 seconds of laughing and joking in, I was laughing as well.

Just as well I was wearing presentable pyjamas I suppose..  Next time I will be careful or won’t bother trying to manoeuvre the tray outside.  It can wait till morning.

No More Good Hair Days...

As I disembarked from the plane I realised I was kissing goodbye another good hair day for at least a week..  It was 9pm at night, they are in the middle of monsoon weather (and believe me the rain was torrential last night) and even that late it was 34 degrees with over 80% humidity (bad hair day = ever tried having lots of, very fine curly hair in high humididty - not going to work).

Welcome to Malasyia!

I surprised myself.  Everyone knows I am very capable and independent but I have to say, when we go on holidays I leave EVERYTHING to my husband.  He says "where do you want to go?". We talk about it, decide and then hey presto.  I just pack and rock on up to the airport, flash my passport and get on a plane..  Not this time! I planned the whole trip (with assistance from a travel agent via work) and managed to navigate Kuala Lumpur airport, jump on the sky train, get through customs (here's a tip: if you have permanent french nails they cannot biometrics test you - i.e. record your fingers prints, something to do with the white tips interfering with the technology..  I passed through uneventfully), jump in a cab and arrived at the hotel just after 10pm. 

Hotel is just lovely!  It is now 6.20am and I am wide awake (9.20am to me) so I am sitting her writing this blog wondering what I will do till Kuala Lumpur wakes up on a Sunday (things open at 10am).  I do know when it does wake up I will be hitting the shopping centre attached to the hotel - over 700 stores...  Paradise and definitely the right hotel for me to be staying in.