Little India in KL

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These days have been quite active for my standards, and as a result I did not manage to sum up the courage to settle on my computer and write. So now I am days behind the blog’s exorbitant schedule, which is bad.

So, back to KL: well, to summarize: very nice! I experienced a lot of highway driving, but apart from that I have to admit I really liked Malaysia as a whole, KL included.

A flight attendant I had met on the Air Asia shuttle bus had told me that KL was a bit like Hong Kong but in a smaller scale, which is kind of true. The city is clearly booming, sky scrapers are indeed scraping the sky, night clubs are packed with young trendy Malaysians drinking bottles of Black Label and Belvedere vodka…

And yet the central areas – Chinatown, Little India, up to KL Central – are all quite small with many low rise buildings, some of which still have remnants of a colonial architecture, which is quite charming. But the looming presence of the  Twin Towers is always present, with their sister the KL tower.

But again what is most appealing is definitely its cultural diversity. One day I was observing wild animal life in some spiritual Hindu Batu Caves, another day I was eating fried noodles in Chinatown; and another day again I was siting in a restaurant, digesting tranquillo, when I realized that the place had become suddenly packed. But the weirdest was that everyone had food in front of them and yet no one was eating… Aaah, it’s Ramadan, how could I forget… At 19h30 the prayer was heard indeed and at once everyone digged in with a voracious appetite. Voracious.