The next day I made it up to the 558 foot Petronas skybridge.
Security was so tight they only allowed so many people a day to visit
the bridge and you had to get a (free) ticket with a show time, and was
only allowed ten minutes on the bridge under heavy chaperon. They do a
background investigation, body cavity search (I had them do mine three
times just to be extra careful), then they clean your teeth, make you
wear a chicken costume, and send you up. It was raining lions, dingos,
and men so the pics weren't very good...mostly rain.I discarded the chicken suit and then had another visit with my daughter
Denise and her main squeeze, Jason. I was still learning to use chopsticks and Angie wasn't feeling well (she'd been sick all day). We sat in an outdoor buffet of sorts and had a big pile of food in the middle of the table which we all picked from. Angie, while giggling at me, said to Denise,"Have you noticed how the trail of food all points to Michael's plate?"
Here she is a few days later at a
café feeling much better. I couldn't resist taking these hot photos
(the fourth photo is not Angie):
