Perfect Strangers

I’ve spent the entire week with my ang mo counterpart, who was sent against his will to Malaysia to help the project through a crucial stage.
The dude is old, owns a yacht, drives a vintage jaguar and drinks single malt whiskey. In short he is the older version of me (at least where I want to be when I get to his age - except the bit where he’s white). At first, he hated my guts. But after many battles in the office, many meals, many beers and discovering we have the same taste in music (70’s bluesy rock) - we’re now getting along just fine.
I have discovered that I suddenly have a keen interest in purchasing an 70’s E-type jaguar thanks to him. And he has thrown off the cruel shackles of the Atkins diet to partake in the local fare here (roti prata, tom yum soup etc). I drive him out for breakfast, lunch and dinner nearly every day.
Some interesting things I have observed about eating in Malaysia.
- The famous Bamboo house is so femes that it has its own website. I think the food there is overrated btw.
- KFC doesn’t do phone deliveries. That’s a good thing - KFC here sucks cow testicles.
- McDonalds has a nationwide delivery number. That’s a bad thing - McDonalds here is horrible.
- Pizza Hut has the best website to order. Amazing. Better then Singapore any day.
- Zh Char restaurants here deliver to most neighbourhoods if you call them. Therefore companies like Da Bao would never make it here.
Oh yeah, I asked his boss to let him stay another week… and he agreed. Woohoo!
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