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Breakfast was another jaunt around the Pacific Rim: guava
juice, Thai-style bee hoon noodles (good), kampong fried
rice with anchovy and chicken (pretty decent). The rendang
of the day was mutton - way too much sugar had been added,
perhaps in an attempt to mitigate the muttonness. A nasi
lemak daging, on unwrapping, turned out have dried fish
instead of beef; though I don't shy away from dried fish, I
prefer beef about every time, especially when beef was the
thing advertised. That same chicken curry was quite spicy
but not as hot as last time. I again overate of the tofu-
stuffed okra, hot peppers, and eggplant. Finally, a
steamed rice sheet roll, disappointingly empty, was a waste
of stomach space, but as I don't care to discard food, I put
some of that miraculous chili sauce on it, and it was okay.

Lilli was getting finicky and was made unhappy because her
fresh-made waffle was custardy inside (I thought the
texture exquisite).

On the map the national museum is a short walk from the
station, but it's really a bit of an adventure, as a
pedestrian route hasn't really been designated. We had to
exit the hotel parking lot by a ramp, then cross a highway
ramp, down a set of stairs, and across a subway station
construction site, no sidewalks up to this point. Then it
turns out the museum itself is undergoing renovation.

It's mostly a history of the Malaysian nation along with
a celebration of its culture. Art is downplayed here (one
can get one's fill at the Islamic Art Museum down the way)
in favor of artifacts, photographs, reconstructions, and
audiovisuals. Nonetheless, we were kept going for a couple
hours here. Plus there's a vending machine that sells Coke
and interesting stuff like a local root beer for 1 MYR
(this was heavy on the licoricey flavors and light on the
carbonation, also excessively sweet). Outside there is a
collection of historic automobiles and other conveyances,
and down the way a couple of reconstructed buildings from
various provinces.

Back to the hotel for snacks and then it was time to take
the bus back to the airport.

This particular vehicle was not in quite so good repair as
the one into town and kept making weird noises; plus it
kept lurching and bottoming out, and we were afraid the
transmission would fall off before we got to our
destination; that the suspension was shot was a foregone
conclusion.

We eventually got there. Instead of dropping us at the
station where we'd got on, instead the driver stopped on the
right side of the road at the terminal and let us off into
traffic, which luckily was not too heavy, and it was easy to
collect our bags and sprint across.

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