Arriving in KL. What to do, where to go? When on the bus, everybody suddenly turned around and stared at us, shouting something. Should we get off? Is this Chinatown? Everybody commenced repeating 'Chinatown, Chinatown', so we got off. When speaking to the taxi drivers we found out that apparently we where 'far, far from Chinatown'. So we walked to the bus station and ate. Then we took a taxi.
Walking around Chinatown, trying to find a hostel.. everything full, until we got the last room in a place called 'Oasis'... yeah, that's not how I'd describe our room.
Chinatown
Latin alphabet! Feels like we should be able to understand, but we don't... except for words like bas - bus, kaunter - counter, ekspres - express. And tandas - toilet. Somehow it reminds me of Finnish, but it's possible that I've just forgotten what Finnish looks like...
Our cozy hostel. Oh, the irony, once again.
Chinatown
Vegan buffet
Monorail
Menara KL/KL Tower
Sophia posing. Feels like China, feels good.
I adore this place! This is what we first saw when arriving in KL, at the bus station we walked to. You get a cup full of the best, warm, corn you can imagine, and cups of, for example, mashed potato. Best mixed together. Ahh.
IT lifestyle mall. Tried to ask if they had Polaroid cameras (didn't have time to buy one in Bangkok, been haunting me since) but the IT nerds behind the desks, didn't even know what it was... you wan't ipad? Ehm, no.
Blue Boy vegan restaurang
Halal candy (=vegan)
The place to buy your saris, sarongs, scarves, hijabs, Shaylas, Khimar, Chadors, Niqabs, and most importanly: Al-amiras.
Little India's night market. However colorful the merchandise may be, the people are still more so.
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