That alone was worth the price of admission (since when did they start charging?) to a dingy, badly run place. It was quite shocking, really, but the spanking new buildings along the Desaru Coast, conjured out of worn out oil palm plantation land, told us everything we needed to know.
Malaysia has more space than it knows what to do with, and rather than tear down and rebuild, or conserve and restore, they find it easier to move on and leave the past to wallow in the shallows of better days.