But first, a stop by a rest stop somewhere between Bangsar and Singapore. I took the First Coach with Tarquin, a nice quick 4-hour ride.
The MRT. I did not set foot in a single taxi the entire time.
A cigarette! *gasp* Litter! *gasp*
We bunked at the Summer Tavern Hostel, Carpenter Street, off Clarke Quay. Comfy beds for relatively cheap considering how near it was to everything relevant to us – Fort Canning (where the concert was at), Clarke Quay (where the party was at), Peninsula Plaza (where the camera geeking was at) and Chinatown (where more geeking was at.)
Yes, there were white chicks bunking in too. I mean, real white chicks. Here in Malaysia you get white Caucasian females but I wouldn’t call them all hot.
On the way out of the hostel.
Suspicious man on roof?
KFC married Pizza Hut and Taco Bell… but as I tried my first taco, I found that KFC’s gimmicks were disappointing no matter the country.
A double-neck (not exactly) Ibanez Gibson SG copy! I’d always wanted one of these, a bass and guitar, and in the Gibson SG shape!
The last time I came they only had one of these Doraemon guitars.
A Canon 600mm F4.0 L FD mount lens.
Mamiya RB medium format cameras!
A Canon 35-350mm F3.5-5.6L USM. What an oddity. (There’s also a regular Canon 70-200mm F2.8L IS USM and Canon 400mm F2.8L IS USM.)
How rare – a Konica Minolta Dynax 7D advertisement! Minolta, then KM, wasn’t particularly known for strong marketing.
Rocket-propelled buses! Man, we are so behind.
Need a boost?
I cannot help but snicker, knowing Malay.
Singaporeans really, really have this particular look on their faces, regardless of race, and it can be identified by this photo. There is just this certain look in their eyes. Upon realizing this, it kinda dampened my lookout for Singaporean chicks.
I kid you not.
I then realized which of my friends looked Singaporean. Heh.
And so, I was glad to come home to see Malaysian chicks, with a greater amount of variety.