Yesterday, walking from the conference centre to the hotel, we found a dead snake on the pavement. Significant, or what? Turns out Ruth hasn't even seen Blade Runner. So the snake had no more than the usual curiosity value for her.
Dinner: more exceedingly fresh fishy stuff, flip-flapping and cl...
Kuala Lumpur is "very Blade Runner". I confess I lean to the Futurama interpetation myself, but a woman who has already visited Chinatown (while I've been oscillating between hotel and conference centre) assured me it was so. In that spirit, my colleague Ruth wishes it to be known that she is available for anyone who would care to stalk a replicant through the rain-soaked streets of KL. She doesn't know what that means, but I do, and that's what counts.
Of course it is fun when abroad to point out the quaintnesses of the locals. But breakfast raises serious questions.
From the 26th floor of the Dynasty Hotel one has a pretty good view of the Kuala Lumpur skyline, and what it looks most like is a scene from the Dan Dare comics of my youth. All that's missing are the personal space vehicles zipping overhead. And the one-eyed babes in purple.
Not that I am whinging or seeking sympathy or anything like that. But when one's nose is full of gauze, which nevertheless permits strange liquids to drip from it, one doesn't much feel like blogging. Still, I'm being well looked after by my Sainted Mother, who has arrived to make chicken soup in...
