We arrived in Kuala Lumpur and got the train to the Star Town Inn again. Initially there was a wee bit of hassle checking in as we didn't have any passports and we hadn't seen that receptionist before. Luckily another receptionist appeared who knew us from previous stays and then we got checked in. On Monday afternoon, as we hadn't heard anything from the Embassy we decided to phone them only to be told that our passports hadn't arrived - not really what we wanted to hear as we had a flight booked out of Kuala Lumpur in 2 days time. Colin had managed to find out who the local courier company was and he gave them a call. They assured us that the passports would arrive at the Embassy later that day. We weren't convinced though.
The next day we telephoned the Embassy several times but we were unable to get through so we decided just to take a train over there and hope for the best. When you go through the first security gate of the Embassy you show your passport to the guard with a grim face and a big rifle over his shoulder. At the second security gate your belongings are taken from you and you are given given a tag with a number on it so you can collect them on departure (a bit like putting your coat in the cloakroom at the Savoy Disco or Clatty Pats, minus all the guns). My tag for my belongings was number 13. I'm not superstitious but I was starting to get a bad feeling about our passports. In we went and told the receptionist that we were here to see if our passports arrived. Off she went only to come back and inform us that they were not in the mail room where recently received mail was kept but that she would check upstairs. I was definately starting to believe in the bad luck of number 13. Back she came with an envelope and, lo and behold, our passports were inside.
Now we were able to relax and txt Emma to tell her that we would definately see her in Koh Samui the next day.
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