Kuala Lumpur: Life on the 24th floor

We are currently in Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia on a nine night break. We had kind of suspected that packing up house and moving across the world with a toddler and a babe under our wings *might*  be a bit taxing, so planned absolutely naught for this Malaysian break save for the accommodation – a suite on the 24th floor at a many starred hotel. See that swimming pool at the front right of the photo? That’s where we are staying.  It is a completely unlikely indulgence for the two of us and I feel shy even telling you about it, but BOYOHBOYTHISPLACEISBIGGERTHANOURHOUSEWASANDWEFEELPRETTYSWANKY.COM

I bet the next few months as we settle into the UK will be as cray-cray as the last few months were, so these days here in Kuala Lumpur are one splendidly hot hiatus.


I had exceedingly low expectations of the flight. Albie simply loves planes and was a joy to take long haul at 18 months so I was not too concerned about him but in the week or so before we left, Freddy was pretty out of sorts.  I really thought there was no way that we were going to get through the whole ordeal  without becoming  Those People That I Am Always Embarrassed For.

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It was a breeze.  This is a photo of Fred in the Sydney airport kicking back as we awaited our connecting flight. Kind of sums up his approach to the whole darn trip really. A Cruisy Susy. Either I’ve cashed in all my chips already and the next leg will be hell on a stick, or, our boys simply love to fly. Obviously I am gunning for the second option.

It is hot, hot, hot here with 70 – 80% humidity.  The first couple of jet-lagged days were a bit hairy in the heat. Albie took to bed at exceedingly odd hours and when he was awake we had to choose activities based on whether it’d be air conditioned or not. Thank god we’ve just about acclimatised, because aquariums and behemoth shopping malls, do not a holiday make.

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I love this photo of Albie. He had been oscillating wildly between great excitement at seeing sting rays and sharks and the urgent need to sleep. By the end he was exhausted and the cutest wee jetlagger I have ever seen.


We needed a travel adaptor and kids sandals and were directed by a local to go to Berjaya Times Square Mall.  It was so huge. My mind got a little overwhelmed thinking of all the consumer goods piled storey upon storey upon storey upon storey in there. Some strange grotto to our species imminent downfall. We escaped with our lives but not our souls, two pairs of shoes for Albie and the much needed travel adaptor.


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Far more enjoyable was yesterday’s trip to the Batu Caves, an important Hindu worship site. We went in the morning to beat the  sun but it was still 30 degrees. Marcus took the backpack for Albie, as we kind of figured that 278 steps for a three year old would be asking far too much.

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Boy, were we wrong. Albie insisted on climbing each and every step himself all the way to the top. Part way up, he started using his hands too and simply carried on. I had to hold my tongue about how dirty his paws would be getting, and still my worry about his fast-beating heart.  I can see such a dogged determination in Albie. I wonder whether this quality grew from what he has been through, or whether it was already there and it is what helped to  pull him through. Either way he has buckets of the stuff.

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There was a service of some description taking place inside the caves, the chanting echoing off the walls. I love that feeling you get when you are conscious of how very little you know about anything. How small my slice of understanding of this world is.  I stood still and watched Marcus and Albie explore.


There were monkeys, lots and lots of monkeys – the less said about them the better. Wild monkeys scare the pants off me.


Fred is still growing fast and now sits happily on my hip, watching the world as it passes and falling asleep there as he pleases. I look like a complete goof in this photo, but nothing has made me feel more smug than sightseeing with a sleeping baby. Victory.


The afternoons so far have been back at the hotel, swimming and snoozing. The air conditioning vent on Fred’s head made him giggle. He is a sweet, sweet boy and everyday looking more and more like his Dad.





We caught a fast-paced lift to the top of the KL Tower, the 7th highest tower in the world. I took that photo at the start of this blog from the top of it. It was pretty high. Albie was unimpressed and retired to his bed on the 24th floor on our return.




  1. a) This blog post makes me so freaking happy! b) Jetlagged Albie is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. c) Fred’s delicious chubby cheeks are AMAZING (I’m normally way weirded out pairing the words ‘baby’ and ‘delicious’ together but he totally is!) Love you guys xxx

  2. I cannot get enough of your journey through life! This latest adventure was like being there. Those wonderful boys.

  3. Just love reading your posts! We’ll miss you – but I’m sure we’ll catch up sooner or later! Many thanks to Marcus for the whiskey – very nice! : )

  4. Great post…loving the adventures! Great idea to split the epic journey, and so glad the boys enjoying it, cruisey travellers 🙂 Fred does look so like his Dad! So excited to see you guys some time in near future – weather has been kind here so leafy Lancashire will be looking lovely for you :)) take it easy and enjoy rest of your mini Malay break xx

    • Hi there gorgeous! Yes – Lancashire is soooo leafy green. Absolutely beautiful! Look forward to seeing you guys soon too, probably won’t be making it your way before you two becomes three! Such exciting times! xxxxx

  5. Lovely pics Sarah… Fred is just adorable and Albie’s tenacious climbing is amazing – 278 steps is a marathon for anyone, and in 80% humidity, blimey. Your experience in the Batu Caves sounds fascinating so I had a dig and it seems that the temple is aligned to a Tamil Hindu tradition, and the chanting would have been devotional (called bhakti yoga) ie they were chanting the names of various deities and of Lord Murugan himself (the gold guy) as a means to awaken.

  6. Awesome photos and blog guys – what a wonderful adventure you’re on! I remember that humidity of KL – I was 4 months pregnant with Brianna and chundering under a palm tree! xxxxx

  7. Oh how I miss you guys and those smoochy boys! Wee Albie, what a little star. His dogged determination brought a tear to my eye. Enjoy your lovely, swanky holiday Hopkinsons, you more than deserve it. Keep up the blogging too. It helps ease the pain of not having you guys down the road. Love you!

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