Actually the world over is an exaggeration but in Cornwall and Kuala Lumpur at least.
I have long been trying to get back to Cornwall, and this month I finally got there. I shared a very memorable holiday in Penzance and Exeter with Jagar from Bhutan, when we also went to St. Ives and lovely the Barbara Hepworth material. I also applied for a job but failed to get one in Falmouth, landing up here in Broxbourne instead, but apart from that have not really been and whenever I have looked up getting there it seems a palaver. But having spontaneously booked for four days dancing and singing down in Somerset, I was half way to Cornwall, so travelled on and finally got to the Eden Project, booked and planned for, but also the Lost Gardens of Heligan, which was a bonus. From there it is only a short bus journey to Mevagissey, where I was happily biting into the most delicious mozzarella Cornish Pasty when with a swoop and a tug, it was gone and woofed down by a pack of seagulls. It reminded me of my last day in KL.
I was again very lucky in KL, a good friend of my sister's offered to put me up. I did not realise at the time, this would mean having a bedroom and a bathroom to myself in a lovely flat, shared with him, his partner and the gorgeous cats, access to the swimming pool and an insider's view of the capital, which included lots and lots of food. We had Italian, Chinese, high tea, home made, American but on the last day, climbing the steps up to the Batu caves, a feat in its own right, the monkeys there, snatched my thirst quenching orange juice from my hands, made me scream and fearful on the way down.
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| Chickens in Chinatown, KL. |
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| So much fun to have high tea in good company |
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| A friendly feline, adds to the joy of KL |
The Guilty Parties.
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| Slurping up the precious juice. |
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| About four of the blighters, demolished my pasty in seconds. |
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