Spent a little time freshening up before wandering around the Bukit Bintang area a bit and then heading to Jln Alor, packed with its Chinese street stall restaurants. There were so many places touting their food, that it was difficult to choose, but I eventually opted for a busy-looking place. I sampled lemon chicken, black pepper beef and some fried rice ~ all of which was delicious. The only problem with these street stalls is that unless you're dining in groups of four or more, even the small portions are too much, though of course I did my best.
It didn't take long to adjust to being back in South East Asia, with the assault on the senses being very different to what you experience in Japan. There is the humidity that clings to to you like a hot damp blanket, and then the smells ~ delicious aromas from the food stalls, mixing with the less savoury odours of durian fruit and drains~ and finally the sights ~ the different architecture and the creeping black mould on the outside of older buildings that is almost impossible to defeat because of the climate.