TPOL has a travel philosophy whereby I do not stay in a country for more than four days but will stay for a minimum of three. Too little time and I can't see anything. Too much time and I do even less because I become complacent. Generally, this approach works.
I had one hour to make my connection when I arrived in KL. We were delayed on the runway for an hour so I was sure I would miss the connection. The flight attendant told me that when we arrived someone would be waiting for me at the gate with instructions on how to proceed.
With only two days in KK, I contemplated what I should do. There was no time to become a certified scuba diver, so that was out. I lacked the mental focus to play a round of golf, so I scratched that idea. As a result, I decided to take the lazy way out. I would spend one day touring the beautiful islands of KK and the next going down the river to see the flora and fauna.
It's hard to write about flying Malaysia Airlines without thinking about the tragedy of MH 370. Following my CNN interview, my new best friend, Richard Quest, was kind enough to send my father and sister an autographed copy of his book on the subject. Even with all the experts weighing in, the mystery remains unsolved.
While Kuala Lumpur's International Airport is first-class, it doesn't have the soul of Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi or swag of Singapore's Changi. The same can be said of Kuala Lumpur as a city. Sure, it has the Petronas Towers which are the tallest twin towers in the world but there's little else in the capital that makes it a city worth seeing.