A call from the bank had me spend most of my morning there. One of the transfers to our Sumba hotels had been returned as it was the wrong account type. The bank staff continues to be obliging and well informed. One day I’ll stop being surprised by this.
I took the opportunity to go down to Pavilion to look for sandals. I’m in the market for two kinds: one walking sandal suitable for city wear and one for hiking. I have found candidates for both, but was too fed up to try them out.
I decided yesterday that I would make it my mission, during my remaining time in KL, to try as much curry mee as possible. I tried a Penang style mee today, which was inferior (to be fair, I hadn’t heard any praise, it was simply there). Then back to the flat through the Friday market where I rejected the cotton house dress I had thought to buy for the gentleman friend’s mother (visiting this winter) and got a small packet of fried mushrooms (oversalted). Now I’m truly back in the flat, sipping the cold brewed pomelo oolong we got in Taipei.
I’m reading Atwood’s Alias Grace. So far so very good, though it took me a chapter or two to get absorbed. La Belle Sauvage, which I finished shortly before, still lingers in my thoughts. though.