To understand this post, you’ll have to go through my 1st boring post “My trip to Paris Pt 1 - At KLIA Airport”, “My trip to Paris Pt 2 - Touchdown Paris”, “My trip to Paris Pt 2.5 - Touchdown Paris”, “My trip to Paris Pt 3 - Grevin’s and Paris Central” , “My trip to Paris Pt 3.5 - Grevin’s and Paris Central“, “My trip to Paris Pt 3.5.5 - Grevin’s and Paris Central“, “My trip to Paris Pt 4 - Louvre” & “My trip to Paris Pt 4.5 - Louvre”
20th January 2007
Its my last day here. Tomorrow at 12pm, I’ll be flying off the KL again. I hate it. Actually I feel the dread. Why? Because I have to work! Luckily, Sogua don’t have to work so I guess in another words he could teman me for a while. But the thing was, he had to work from the hotel. He had so touch ups he had to do in the Hotel so physically he’s here but mentally, he’s not.
- 8am
Woke up pretty late. Maybe I’m getting used to the time here! Maybe not, just plain tired. Sogua’s still sleeping, I’m starving. Hope could get good breakfast instead of the plain boring 7 Euros hotel croissants.
- 9am
Again, eat 7 Euros croissant because he had to rush some work. Seems its because his colleagues in KL are waiting for him. Rushed through breakfast. He promised we could get a good breakfast on Sunday morning before I leave. Plane leaves at 12pm so I guess we had to wake up extra earlier to get that breakfast.
After breakfast, stayed in the hotel room for sometime watching French version of “Kim Possible”. Decided to walk around at Montmartre’s to wait for Sogua to finish up his work.
- 11am
Walked around at Montmartre enjoying the fascinating views
That’s one of the last windmills that you can get a glimpse at Montmartre.
- 2pm
After the long walk and buying some souveniers back home, I walked back to the hotel to have lunch with Sogua. Luckily he’s already done and we decided to get some Chinese food at a place I walked passed by. Quite the experience as I can say because they calculate your food using weights! Never seen such a thing before, so, I was pretty much facinated as to how many kgs of rice and noodles we could eat. Costs, 20 Euros for a pack of fried rice (no taste, one!), fried noddles (here, its more known as economy fried noodles) and lemon chicken (tipu also cause they give a lot of sauces so it can be heavier!)
After lunch, heavy winds and rain came and we took shelter at a nearby building. After that, mr Sogua (should call him tofu) had headache so he cancelled the promised walk to Lafayette’s in the evening (not that I’m complaining, but I think I’m beginning to get used to his empty promises, be it here in KL or in Paris). Nevertheless, I was pretty upset and walked alone to another nearer supermarket, bought a whole load of biscuits and my favourite brand of ice cream, headed back to the hotel and dig in.
Did I mention after so many days of walking, my left leg started feeling cramped. After that, I packed up, slept a while and got ready for dinner
- 8pm
Again we ate the pizza, but another flavour. It wasn’t the most exciting day in my life but I had to rest early so I could get up. After dinner, its back to the bed.
to be continued….

