Day 3 in KL was dedicated to headlines you aren’t likely to see anytime soon in The Vancouver Sun – or Province but make the New Strait’s Times, The Malay Craft Village, Central Market (Ed. note: aka KL’s City of Crap), The Bird Park, Petronas Towers and The Fight!
Headlines You Aren’t Likely To See Anytime Soon In The Vancouver Sun – or Province But Make The New Strait’s Times
And the best one of all:
After a terrible breakfast at Starbucks, we were off to the highly touted Perbadanan Kemajuan Kraftangan Malaysia or Craft Market. There are twenty to thirty small buildings which are home to artisans and artists. It was interesting to see and chat with almost all of them. Terry “had the opportunity” to spend about 20 minutes listening to one man talk about his speciality – carving noses. Ask her when we get home about it. She was fascinated – and also learned that she has a Scottish nose – which came as a surprise to her since her ancestors are from Poland or Romania. You should be able to tell how exciting the place was by all the photos we have of it.
From there it was off to the Central Market which has been there since 1868. I wonder if it sold the same type of tourist junk then as they do now. Having said that, I did manage to find a tailor who was selling some really nice things – I think I will order one more to be made and delivered to me. (Ed. note: When the best we can do is a photo of shirts I bought, you have to know it wasn’t very good.)
In Kuala Lumpur they make a big deal of only taking metered taxis and they say right on them that it is a metered taxi – no haggling. So it was a little surprising when we said to the cabbie that we wanted to go to the bird park and he said 15 Ringits – we say – “meter” and he replies that he won’t be able to get a fare back. We finally succumb and agree. Once we get there, there are tons of cabbies waiting for fares. Ripped off again.
The bird park is the World’s Largest Free-flight Walk-in Aviary, home to 3000 birds of more than 200 species and loads and loads of bird … stuff. It was quite interesting, though. I couldn’t begin to tell you what most of these are and I am very disappointed that I have yet to learn how to automatically play music with photos but, ZZ Top’s “Legs” and The Who’s “Who Are You” would have fit in perfectly for a couple of these.
Who remembers Tom Peacock?
Whooo Are You?
Our fine colourful feathered friends
ZZ Top’s “Legs”
And speaking of it takes all kinds – tacky photo time.
Then it was back into one of the metered cabs where we paid a flat fee (???) to go to the Petronas Twin Towers, now the tallest twin towers in the world at 1242 feet to the roof and 1230 feet to the 88th floor. (Ed. note: The cab driver keep telling us that you have to line up first thing in the morning to get a ticket. At 4:40 we bought a ticket for the 5:00 show.) Did anyone else see Entrapment with Sean Connery and Catherine Zeta Jones? We walked across the same skybridge they did, which was only 41 floors up before going to the top. They are clearly security conscious and move you through in military like precision. No bags, 15 colour coded viewers at a time, lots of security guards, line-up, wait, move, line-up, wait, move etc. When they call your colour, do what they tell you.
And now, we present
When we went to Taman Negara on Tuesday, on the way back our guide took us back through an area called Kampung Baru which was an area that served Malay styled street food. Our taxi driver had no idea where it was, although it is quite well known and neither did his friend whom he called. (Ed. note: We walked back to the hotel after dinner – that’s how far it wasn’t!) After going twice as far as he needed to, he finally located it. We had seen a really good looking seafood place the night before, but alas it was closed on our night. We decided to try Masmerah.
The waiter who finally brought us menus, maybe didn’t work too much or was new. He spoke English, but couldn’t seem to find where the Vegetables on the menu were. It was in Malay, we couldn’t be expected to find it. Since it was a Muslim restaurant (remember that), there was no alcohol/beer served. However, when we finally got the food, it was very very good. (Ed. note: A first. We have eaten in many, many street food cafes throughout Southeast Asia both at lunch and dinner. This was the the first time we actually saw not just one, but two large rats scurry by about 8-10 feet away.. One disappeared down a drain and the other under a parked truck. Like any good coward, I immediately put my feet up on the table base.)
Anyway, at the table next to us were these two young women. Terry’s hypothesis is this. They don’t like each other but their boyfriends do. They got all dressed up for a big night out but instead the boyfriends decided to send them out for take out to a place where rats scurry by. In the twenty to twenty-five minutes they waited for their take out order to show up, this was the ONLY time they looked at each other. Friends? Not much.
My hypothesis – I don’t care what happened, I’m just glad it did. I took a few photos of them and luckily got these three to combine into a triptych. It looks more like a married couple fighting than two women out for the evening, don’t you think? What I wouldn’t have given to be able to follow along with them for the next few hours.
Now remember that I said this was a Muslim Restaurant? Well the one in the front, when she stood up, had a slit up the back of her skirt which stopped a good centimeter short of her butt. Thus, she had to carry that big purse behind her to cover up the exposed thighs. Sad, but true.
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