Today the team was up at 4 am to get down to the MAS office at 4:30 to see whether we had a seat. When we got in there was just us and a group of unreasonable Spaniards, and one service agent. The agent spent an hour trying to convince the Spaniards that she could not make airplane seats appear out of thin air. A second agent arrived as it was our turn, we wanted to know if we were on the new flight announced that morning as we had been there as long as anyone. To our dismay she said we' could go out to the airport on standby' and just before we could get over our shock and protest, added, 'but why not use your confirmed tickets for tonight?' Long exhale then smiles all around as it took the next half hour to print out our confirmation tickets - gold!
By the time we got back in it was 7am, and I stupidly suggested the Petronas towers. So we didn't go back to bed, but had a quick brekky before getting to the queue at 8:30. We were only behind 400 or so people, but got a time at 11:30. Stupidly asked some folks from the North UK what there accommodation, similar price and much more flash. What to do in the next 2 hours? We went to Starbucks and slept in turns until it was time to go up.
Half an hour later of Petronas ads, a safety briefing and a security scan we went up on the tower for 10 minutes. Great view, obscured by smog/smoke/clouds or volcanic ash.
Back to Malaya Hotel for the last time, said goodbye to the dirty bathroom and non flushing loo, and headed of to KL Sentral train station to drop off our luggage - seems more certain to happen now, but won't believe it until French Immigration are rude to us.