Ink to byte.

Here's some hopefully acute observations, courtesy of my poor abused notepad:

• The women! So shapely. So nimble. So pert and prim and lithe, like ballerinas each and every one of them. Their skin so smooth, so taut, pigmented velvet, a caramel-mocha hybrid. Egg-frying stomachs. Tractor-pulling calves. Coathanger shoulders. Hair blacker than night, hypnotising in the wind. Eyes forever askance, and I am falling in love with every second girl I see.
• The heat! Is heavy. Is dense. Makes you earn your destination. Renders hair burdensome. Has a particular disdain for foreigners. Is violent. Is uncomprising. Is an insomniac. Is a scourge. In K.L., the heat is so bad that the occassional squall of wind is something like a piece of art.
• You know you're on vacation when you can afford to drip-dry.
• When the lightning strikes here, it strikes with a scary cosmic gusto. But the thunder never comes.
• The Petrona Towers: An arresting and formidable sight. With a midday sun glaring off its upper panels, you cannot even see the top. So modern it hurts. So big they're almost celestial. People throng at the bottom in throngs of throngs. Their din inescapable, stretches hundreds of metres. Everyone's vectors crissing and crossing, enough to drive a man insane! The very heart of Kuala Lumpur.
• Where is the karaoke? I miss it.
• Chinese lanterns everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. They are all red and festooned from trees, buildings, powerlines, and anything else you can think of. From up high on the balcony of our hotel, they're all I can see. They look like the red blood flowing through the streets, the arteries of the city.
• The women!!!

Already one blue pen exhausted. How many to go?