So we had a great time. And yes, we did get out and see the city a bit. Little India, the Lake Park area, etc. In deference to Mary Beth, we did take a pass on Chinatown, though.

KL is a nice city. Not as polished as Singapore, not as gritty as Bangkok, but good weather and friendly folks all around (well, except for the rain on Saturday afternoon, which provided a good excuse for a much-needed nap).

One thing we've found in our travels is that if we are ever homesick, and have access to cable TV, we can always find a familiar friendly face. Just turn to CNBC and wait for our friend Melissa Lee to come on and tell us about the new trends in advertising in video games or anchor a Friday market wrapup show. Okay, she probably doesn't do that exact thing every day, but that's what she was doing Friday. Whenever we see her on the TV, we always say hi, although given the limits of current television technology, it's rather unlikely she can hear us.

So: Hi from Kuala Lumpur Missy!


As we were leaving this morning for the airport, which I think is somewhere near Australia for all the driving that was necessary (70 minutes with little traffic, through miles of palm oil-producing palm trees), we were given some advice at the toll booth. And I thought I would share it with all of you, you perverts.


So that's Malaysia. They love tall buildings and malls and they hate porn, or at least want motorists to say no to it. Truly Asia.