Little India

Plane Boy was still under the weather yesterday, so he stayed put at the hotel while Nerdia hopped on the monorail to have a look at the lovely old KL train station. We'd seen it on the way up to Carcosa and she was keen to get some photos of the old English colonial style architecture, but when she finally arrived (after another delay at KL Sentral) there was no good vantage point, nowhere to eat and thus no reason to stay.
After wandering aimlessly around KL Sentral for a while, deciding against heading off to the Batu Caves and resisting the fast food joints inside the station, Nerdia headed back towards the monorail station in Little India. Stopping in the first restaurant she saw, a yummy late lunch of vegetarian biryani served on a banana leaf was partaken - in true Indian fashion, sans cutlery. After much surreptitious (superstitious?) use of hand sanitiser.
Following this rather brave luncheon for borderline OCD somewhat fastidious Nerdia, a leisurely wander along the main shopping strip led to the purchase of two very nice Indian-style tunics.
Dinner was back at Sahara tent, where we were warmly greeted as loyal diners and fed another delicious meal. Nerdia had tabouleh and what would be called lamb skewers in Oz, while Plane Boy had more of those delectable kind-of-like-falafel-but-made-from-lamb-mince thingies plus a sort of lamb and tomato casserole. In addition to the usual Arabian tea Nerdia also went for Turkish coffee and a sort of custardlike dessert, while Plane Boy had yummo baklava.
Retired early ready for the final day - we've just checked out and shall spend the day in Times Square's delightful air conditioning to keep us fresh for the overnight flight back home.
Cheerybyenow from Nerdia and Plane Boy.