The Two Towers, Fish on my Feet and the Final Show.

Hello all!

So we're all back safe and sound. In fact, we've been back for 3 months. Whoops! Sorry for the delay. Here is the fifth and final CT Tour blog, enjoy!

So, our final three days were a relaxed affair. On the Saturday, myself, Mud, Scottrina, Valentina, Kevin, John and Kim went to see the Two Towers (The Petronas Towers not Orthanc and Barad-Dur from The Lord of The Rings.) I can confirm that they are quite big but dissapointingly there were no evil wizards played by Christopher Lee in them. The attached shops were very expensive, particularly compared with the Chinatown night markets we went to that evening. My one peice of advice when visiting a market like this, don't wear a football jersey if you want to be left alone. In particular, don't wear a Manchester United jersey. It is amazing the amount of United merchandise there. I think i did quite well to restrict my purchases to two shirts and a cap.


We returned to the YMCA and myself and John King returned to our room to find a most horrific sight. Joel, in his underpants, cigar in one hand, beer in the other, watching Project Runway. Joel insisted that he was 'living the dream.' It seemed more like a nightmare to me. So we left to go out and watch the Australia/Ghana game at a bar called 'Ronnie Q's.'

We performed TPATFPOYP at The Temple of Fine Arts for the final time the following day. Personally, I was a little sad to finally say goodbye to Sima but it was some send off and certainly a very different experience from the final show at Nexus. We took photos with some of the children afterwards and oddly, some children did want photos of Joel! On the plus side, never again will I have to put that damn moustache on! After removing them, Jenny wisely disposed of my fetted whiskers safely before I performed arson upon them.

Our final day of the tour saw the majority of us prepare to leave for home. Once our bags were packed and we had left the YMCA, we dropped off our luggage at the temple and went to spend one last afternoon in KL. 'What ever did you do?' I (imagine) you ask. Well the obvious; buy a remote control helicopter for $17 Aus and let a tank of fish clean my feet.

You may have seen this activity on TV where people stick there feet in a fish tank full of tiny fish and let them nibble away. Well Scottrina, John King and I saw a shop in this massive shopping centre offer this service and decided to participate. It was an interesting sensation. I never expected it to be so pleasent. It feels odd at first, as the fish latch onto your foot and nibble away but the slight tickling aside, it really is quite relaxing.

And that was pretty much it. We returned to the temple in the evening, showered, flew remote control helicopters for a bit and then gathered up our belongings and took the coach to the airport. We arrived in Perth at roughly 5-6am where it was a dazzling 8 degrees Celcius. Brr! Still, we got through customs, I picked up a nice big bottle of port from the duty free and we parted company, all of us ready to sleep.

Within two hours, I was home just in time to wake up my brothers for school by landing a remote control helicopter on their faces. Their mood improved once they realized I had gifts. I fed the dogs for the first time in nearly two weeks (they seemed happier to see me than my siblings) and I slept in my own bed. As sleep enveloped me in her heavy embrace, I found it odd that almost thirteen hours prior I was in a Malaysian temple, having a shower and whistling the Swedish Rhapsody.

It is a funny thing, Children's Theatre, isn't it?

Yours belatedly,
Stephen B. Platt, former Confucian Bear.