KL
Twas on our way back from Oz with an unusual crew of 1 Captain and 3 Co's. Despite advice from the Nav the Captain elected to fly through a Cb on final approach to Kuala Lumpur and demonstrated to the Co's the uneven combat between Albert and microburst heavy rain and turbulence. At the hotel a very stiff drink was required. Some of the crew decided to go sight seeing and souvenir hunting. One even obtained a "rocket polish" I believe.
The rest advanced on the bar for pre drinks and a debrief. I recall Mr. Bean on the telly in the bar and thought "how apposite". On emerging to go for a serious drink we were astonished to find the hotel staff as a "Lining Party" in full Malaysian costume applauding us and guiding us to the "Anniversary Reception".All cocktails and "hors d'oevres" free.
Well you just HAD to. We found a corner table out of direct line of sight and a waitress approached to take our orders. Red wine we said, and to save your pretty little feet could you just leave the bottle and some of its friends. Annie, the waitress thought this was hilarious and each time she came by it was to leave another half dozen bottles. "Are you eating?" she asked. "None of those egg rolls and stuff but the chicken legs, crispy duck and sliced beef would be nice. Er, just leave the tray." Three hours later, when the tourists came back, we were quite replete at no cost to the kitty.