The next day we went to Genting, a 2000 meter mountain (6561.6 feet to you
non-metric
kids) with Malaysia's only Casino (it's a Muslim country) and the world's largest hotel complex. It had 10,000 rooms but there is talk of expanding it to 26,000. It was glorious. There was an amusement park at the top of the mountain, snow, and on a clear day you could see the Petronas reflecting the sun.The day before, Angie had offered a tidy sum of, I think, approximately $50 for a taxi driver to pick us up and drive us all day. Cost of living was quite low in Kuala Lumpur.
Angie was the perfect tourguide, and the taxi driver came along too, eating and walking with us. Angie would speak to him in Cantonese and then try to teach me. I'd learned a few numbers and phrases but soon forgot them.
Angie and I were just like we'd been online for all the five years I'd only known her as an icon on my computer. We teased each other constantly. Coming down the mountain we went over some of our favorite songs and then, we tried to sing them. We weren't drunk either.
