Kuala Lumpur Has Nothing But Everything
Kuala Lumpur, I’m sure, is a city of many things. We really didn’t spend much time there. Something I noticed however, was that as far as multiculturalism goes Kuala Lumpur makes a city like Toronto look like Pyongyang. Never have I looked so different from the average pedestrian and felt so much like everyone I see. In the first ten minutes of touring the neighborhood of the Puduraya Bus Terminal I bumped into German man holding hands with a fair skinned Chinese woman, stubbed my toe on the clothing stand run by an Arab, said shalom to a Jewish woman and hagled over the price of purfume with a Indian man!
As far as diversity goes food was no disappointment, either. Our first dinner of the single night we spent in KL consisted of prawns and asperagus over sweet and sour fried rice and was complimented with a melange of steamed greens and garlic to nibble on. All of it was finished off with a big boy bottle (or two) of Angkor Beer, a past favorite from our ’08 journey through Cambodia.
Our third dinner was simply a bowl of rice noodle soup that included pinapple, mushroom, spring onion and a form of meat, that after much self debate, I decided was diced pieces of something pig.
Malaysia has tickeled my inquisitive mind and I have much research to do before I form my, often conveluted and detail lacking, opinion of this strange and beautiful country. Since bitrate is at a premium on the Island we’ve just landed on (Tioman) I will spare you from some drawn out, redundant blabber that could easily be deconstructed by your common construction worker
When I say drawn out, redudant blabber I am of course refering to th…
