hell, and so we trekked out to the Dutch Embassy to get the ball rolling on replacing her emergency passport with a proper one again. Alas, it was closed; no doubt they were all sitting at home with their clogs up.
Chinatown, in which we were based, was pretty grotty and heavily polluted from the stationary traffic constantly pumping out exhaust fumes. We took a walk down the touristy Petaling Street, which was chock-a-block with absolutely anything fake you could possibly think of: CDs, DVDs, watches, shoes, clothes, perfumes, you name it. We resisted the temptation to be ripped off, and settled down in a nearby Malay restaurant for some of their Nazi Rice (ok it's nasi goreng, aka fried rice, but it makes me chuckle).
To round off the day's culinary tour, in the evening we checked out Little India for a roadside feast of veggie biryanis, chappatis, naans, daals, lassis and all sorts of things. I had no idea what I was ordering, and I never knew the range of Indian food available was so vast. But we were well fed, and retired with full bellies. If like me you love your food, you'll adore Malaysia.