the first night in kuala lumpur was spent in "rasta bar". this is the owner. he bought etta and i crappy drinks and tried to convince us to become herbalife representatives. there was nothing "rasta" about rasta bar. as far as reggae music goes, they seemed to have one bob marley record--which got minimum play. when we asked him why he opened a "rasta" bar he was at least honest--he said it was because backpackers like that sort of thing. we got the distinct impression that the owner and employees at rasta bar actually hate reggae, and all things "rasta".