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Kuala Lumpur, MalaysiaAn article by Mark Moxon, travel writer © All rights reserved. This is the muddy confluence from which Kuala Lumpur takes its name I jumped on the bus for Kuala Lumpur on Thursday 27th November. Kuala Lumpur is the capital of Malaysia, and in the local language the name means 'muddy confluence', an apt description of the two rivers that meet in the city centre. Apart from that, though, Kuala Lumpur is a pretty smart place, a far cry from the large conurbations of Indonesia. KL, as the city is universally known, has a population of just over one million people; however, what KL lacks up for in size of population, it makes up in the size of its skyscrapers. They're everywhere, they're huge, and they're multiplying: wherever you look, KL has sprouted building sites to make the skyline even more interesting. The most famous of all the skyscrapers is the tallest building in the world, the Petronas Twin Towers. At 451.9m above sea level, it is a monster of chrome and glass made up of two huge towers, joined by a bridge halfway up. It will, no doubt, be relegated to the second highest building in the world before long (I hear that someone is building a bigger one in Beijing), but until then it's probably more impressive when you know that it's bigger than anything else, because when buildings get above a certain height, they all look the same: simply monstrously big. I just pity the poor window cleaners: it's a job on a par with painting the Golden Gate bridge. The Petronas Twin Towers from the top of the Menara Kuala Lumpur The other distinctive landmark is the Menara Kuala Lumpur (otherwise known as the KL Tower) whose design is not a million miles off Toronto's CN Tower, or Sydney's Centrepoint. At a height of 421m the Menara is no slouch either, and it has the advantage of having a 360 degree observation deck at the top, where you can look down on the minions below and the countless building projects that are hopefully going to transform KL into a modernist paradise by the Commonwealth Games next year, which Malaysia is hosting. Observation decks are well named: they're excellent places to observe people. From the heady altitude of 421m, people's reaction to the view is interestingly varied. A common one is 'It makes you feel so insignificant, doesn't it?' which indicates an almost English attitude towards fitting in quietly; 'Isn't it amazing what man can achieve?' shows a propensity for late-night philosophy and talking crap into the wee hours; 'I feel sick' denotes vertigo; and 'You can see into that woman's hotel room from here' can only mean one thing: Boys on Tour. Monsoon ConfluenceThe massive Twin Towers dominate the KL skyline Arriving in KL on Thursday, Franco1 and I found a place, wandered around exploring, and ended up eating in a steam café. A steam café is not unlike a fondue, except you dip your meat into boiling water rather than oil; it's a pleasant way to eat, there on the sidewalk, watching the world go by. And it's a great place to be when the rain kicks in. I'd heard that KL was susceptible to extreme rain during the monsoon season, but however many harsh storms I sit through, it always amazes me just how much water can fall from the sky in one go. As we cowered under the table's umbrella – not the most effective shelter, it has to be said – intense black clouds rolled in, the sky ripped open with thunder and lightning, and the heavens opened. We were trapped: unable to leave the shelter of our parasol for fear of being swept away, we lowered it to gain maximum cover. It would have been OK if there hadn't been a big pot of boiling water in the middle of the table, filling the umbrella with steam and condensation, raising the humidity to sub-marine levels and turning the storm into an experience I wasn't likely to forget. In the meantime the road had become a river, literally. Asian city streets have huge curbs and open drains down the road sides, and until now it had been more of an inconvenience than a sensible idea, but one storm in KL and it became obvious why the pavement is a foot above the road: the roads simply disappear in a storm as muddy water rushes down the lanes, washing everything away and spilling into the rivers. But then the rain suddenly stops, the humidity level drops significantly, and within ten minutes all the water has gone: it's as if nothing ever happened. It has to be seen to be believed. Exploring KLThe Selangor Club in Merdeka Square The next day, with Franco occupied with his new arrival, I wandered the streets of KL alone. The scorching sun shone on streets of choking traffic and gleaming buildings, and it wasn't long before I found myself liking KL considerably. It doesn't have the insanity of Indonesia2, but it does have the character that is increasingly hard to find in slick Singapore. The Chinatown area, where I stayed, is just like any other Chinatown in the world – noisy, bustling streets with millions of shops, restaurants, stalls, people and smells – but KL has character beyond Chinatown. The buildings are the main attraction: with everything from colonial architecture (like magnificent Merdeka Square) to local (the many mosques and temples) to ultra-modern (the skyscrapers), KL is most definitely a great place to walk around. The Menara Kuala Lumpur reflected in a skyscraper I spent two days just exploring. Some things were just astounding, like the display boards in the Central Market where the department of transport were showing pictures of road accidents to demonstrate to people just how dangerous it can be to drive in the crazy way that Asians do. Sure, there were the pictures of mangled cars and bikes, blood-stained windscreens and jack-knifed lorries, but the display went much further than that, indeed much further than it would in the UK: there were close-ups of men with crushed skulls, brains leaking out onto the road; photos of bodies so horribly mangled that it was hard to believe that they were human; shots of arms and legs, long parted from their bodies, ripped up like so much meat. It was horrific, effective and shocking, but all I could think of, when faced with the picture of a man with the top half of his head spread across the white lines like so much meat paste, was, 'That guy cleaned his teeth before setting out: what a futile thing to do.' An odd reaction, but we all deal with reality in a different way, I suppose. The Sultan Addul Samad building in Merdeka Square, central Kuala Lumpur Another slice of real life was a display in the main tourist office showing the winners of the World Press Photographer awards. Here were pictures of war zones, famines, sports, science, people and places: a whole variety of newspaper and magazine photographs. But the pictures of collaborators being executed by rebel soldiers (of which there were a number, from all sorts of different conflicts) didn't shock me half as much as the roadkill pictures: I suppose it's because it's hard to relate to war-zone death when you're a mollycoddled westerner, but seeing road casualties is a bit too close to home. Indeed, one of the organisers came over and talked to me about the exhibition (which was in its first day), asking me what I thought about the photos and which ones I liked best, so I gave him the old spiel about the best photographs being ones that make you look at otherwise familiar sights in a different way, rather than the ones that simply report an occurrence. When he found out I was a journalist, he was pretty shocked: I suppose you don't get too many journalists hanging out in Malaysia (immigration officers can have a thing about western journalists entering their country, especially when there's something to hide). The greenery of Merdeka Square KL is home to some delightful colonial architecture, and taking in the sights of Merdeka Square and the Railway Station was an exercise in inventive and flagrant British building. With minarets, towers and Moorish roofing, the area surrounding the square – where the British rulers used to play cricket – seemed oddly appropriate as the sign announcing the coming of the Commonwealth Games fluttered in the breeze. The nearby Lake Gardens, with its muddy lake and not terribly interesting garden landscape, was pleasant, but the highlight had to be the National Museum, where I managed to catch a special exhibit on Infidelity. Among the interesting stories of famous cuckolds and adulterers, and graphic descriptions of punishments meted out to the guilty parties in ancient times, was this wonderful description of the Eskimos' way of dealing with adultery... the thought of the challenge in the final sentence is particularly chilling:
Aren't museums wonderful places? It was a shame to leave KL, but I would be returning, albeit briefly, on my way back from my next destination: the tropical jungle of Taman Negara. By all accounts I was going to be able to be well and truly away from the rat race there, so I bought a week's worth of food, packed my bags and, the next morning, jumped on the bus bound for the biggest National Park in Malaysia. 1 An entertaining Italian whom I met in Melaka, Franco was meeting his girlfriend off the plane the next day and was hoping to use the travelling experience to keep her off the heroin she'd been hooked on until recently. I hope it worked. 2 I'd started to encounter a larger diversity of travellers, now that I was on a real backpackers' thoroughfare, but most of the people I met hadn't been to Indonesia, either because they had yet to go there, or because they'd skipped it on the way north; and absolutely nobody I met had been outside of Sumatra, Java, Bali and Lombok. On the other hand, those who had been to Indonesia and who had also travelled through Southeast Asia were quite adamant that Indonesia is the hardest and most frustrating place to travel in the area, and in the rest of Southeast Asia and the Indian subcontinent, only India is more challenging. This reassured me quite a bit, after the frustrations I'd felt in the outer reaches of Indonesia, and my later experiences would bear this theory out. |
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