Down the middle dividing the courts was a row of baggage check/check-in counters, on one side domestic and the other international, and around the edges a few little convenience stores to sell bags of chips or nuts, or a whole lot of chocolate bars for some reason.
We checked in, but were told that we'd have to wait here in this room for an hour and a half before the security check would open. Fine. Except there are no chairs here, it's just a bare tiled room full of people. We grab some floor by a wall. Our tummies were still imperfectly balanced (I blame that breakfast place outside of Borobudur), but we felt fine.
At some point during the wait an exuberant Kiwi man strikes up conversation with us regarding the fact that this "international lobby" so to speak isn't quite up to modern standards. He's an exquisitely intersting man, about middle age, white haired, yet he's been backpacking ever since he was 18, now doing so for many months out of every year. Evidently he was well-off, since he described his home as a custom beachfront property that's been featured in magazines! An ex-shrink, he says. We talk for a long time while we wait. He has been in Yogya doing some "light" business, or so he thought, but it ended up being far more frustrating and time-consuming than he'd wanted, and now his vacation time was just about up, and his flight home was out of India in a few weeks or so, so he needed to get to it.
Eventually the time comes for us to move through security. Lots of queuing follows, as we show our boarding pass to someone, wait in line, show our passport to someone, wait in line, show our luggage to someone's x-ray machine, wait in....wait no, then we are at the gate and we sit around for a while. The plane isn't on time, but we're in no rush.
Eventually (there's a lot of "eventually" in travel) we board, sit, take-off....bla bla bla. The flight is...2.5 hours? Pretty uneventful, which is for the best, since given the recent history and activity of our gastrointestinal systems, there is a great danger that if I were to write the word "Suddenly" in here somewhere, it might be preceding something terrible.
KL
We landed and were herded through immigration. We emerge at last into the shops, transit, exits section of the airport where we have the worlds blandest sandwich to hold us over.
We caught a bus to KL Sentral, where we transferred over to the LRT train up one stop and from there walked to the Explorers Guesthouse Hostel. Nice place, three floors with no elevator. Ours in on the third floor.
That night we had dinner at the Old China Cafe a short walk away. A good mix of local food-stuffs.
Later, we walked to the station and caught the LRT over to KLCC, which is where the famous Petronas Towers are located. Here's a picture.
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