Part 2- From minus 33 to plus 33

degrees centigrade that is......

Yerlan and Zhanara, our friends from Khazakstan, wanted to see how similar Putrajaya is to Astana, where they live. It was a sight-seeing trip for hubby and I too, since it must have been about 3 years since we were last there. We drove slowly on the boulevard leading to the Prime Minister's Department, stopped to take some photographs of the office buildings, and the views of the lake, finally ending up at the Putrajaya Mosque.

It was nearly noon and the sun was shining overhead. The young Kazakh couple looked quite heated up, especially Yerlan, a strapping six-footer, who was already sweating profusely. Nevertheless the men offerred prayers at the mosque before we moved on to peek at the Prime Minister's residence in the air-conditioned comfort of hubby's car.

Next stop - Cyberjaya. There was nothing much by way of attractions there, except perhaps the huge mural at LimKokWing University. They took a photograph there and then we decided to head to the KL Tower for a panaromic view of KL.


But it was not to be. Yerlan and Zhanara, I guess you were meant to be tested that day. At the LDP toll plaza, the car's air-conditioning packed up! And it was 32 degrees outside. Inside, probably 40! The poor dears, from the freezer straight into the tandoori! Down came the windows, and off we went in search of a workshop with air-conditioning service, presumably to fill some air-con gas. We found one in the Puchong area close to Lake-Edge, alas when the mechanic lifted the car's bonnet to check, there was the compressor dropped from it's mounting. I won't mention the make of the car so as not to prejudice anyone, suffice to say that it is a well-kept 14 year-old but it had seen better days, to be sure. The mechanic removed the broken bracket, charged us RM5 for his "hard" labour, and we drove back to our house to transfer to hubby's other car.

"Yerlan'' I said, "Welcome to our home. Count yourself lucky that you get to see the real KL and not just the tourist areas". Both husband and wife agreed, as they enjoyed the ice cool water-melon pieces I served. It was past one p.m. already and time for some lunch. KL Tower will have to wait.


Part 3 next, Insya Allah.