Though they’re less than an hour apart by plane, Kuala Lumpur and Singapore are totally different beasts. Kuala Lumpur (or KL as it’s known locally) is a pleasantly unpolished, there was something about its grimy, at times seedy and wholly foreign, rough cut that I found refreshing. Maybe I was just craving travel time in a developing nation after New Zealand and Singapore, the western amenities, common language and similarities in culture can become lackluster when you’re seeking fresh experiences. There is immense character in KL’s dirty streets, tattered buildings, strange smalls and an unfamiliar culture—you can’t avoid newness. And it’s this newness that keeps you in the present, unable to file these experiences into preformed boxes of perception from the past you can’t help but more fully engage them as they occur. To me this is what traveling is all about…
Part of the one block Little India
I don't know what this woman was making, shavings of something and white paste wrapped in a banana leaf, by the way everyone around her was acting it had to be narcotic
Dankness on a stick in the making
Crowds like this is are unavoidable...get comfortable with it
The motor scooter: The family car of SE Asia
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