Kuala Lumpur we are coming

Last night finally we skipped the Portuguese Settlement for some small but tasty satee nearby.

And now after a short Grab ride we got to Melaka Sentral for our bus by Mellor interline to TBS just outside Kuala Lumpur where we ll move to a train to our destination near Kuala Lumpur. We had to exchange our booking for a ticket with a bar code to enter a waiting area and then wait door bus to aarive to be allowed out. Quite a bit more formal

Our bus arrived a bit later perhaps amalgamated with the next service that was in 15 minutes. You can't blame them for luck of color though.

The ride was on motorway with uninspiring scenery and was just under 2 hours. The massive bus station at TBS connects with the KLIA Transit train to Sentral near our hotel and runs every half hour (just missed one)

The hotel Ascott Sentral is close to the train station although it is a bit convoluted to get there; it is at the beginning of the India concave that is very colourful as one would expect.

The afternoon was great. We wondered initially at the Chinatown. First at the Kwai Chai Ho, an area which depicts little stories on murals. A bit crowded as there was a parallel exhibition with animals and their meaning in fortune, abundance, prosperity

There were also more wild ones outside

Time for the Petaling market full of fake bags and watches if you are into that sort of thing. But also time to go off the heat and have a bite and a cold beer. Our first choice had a day off but a plate of delicious noodles Kueh Teow and a cold beer gave us a boost

Then off wandering we passed the Guan Di taoist temple where we lighted some incense sticks and then the oldest Hindu temple of the city the imposing Sri Maha Mariamman temple created initially by Tamil workers who definitely needed protection as they had come to do heavy construction work. It was then decorated by artists who came from India

The central market is a bit of waste of time, a westernised inside space with very little to talk about.

We were getting off our feet by now but a last effort brought us to the confluence of the two Kuala Lumpur rivers (Gombak and Klang) and the Sultan Abdul Samad Mosque.

The Merdeka square where Malaysia's independence was declared has an old drinking club, members only, from the colonial Times but more importantly the Sultan Abdul Samad Building with its clock.

New and old keep interchanging in this Asian metropolis as it is time for us to bow back for some rest to our hotel.

In the evening the Kim Yong Gee Beef noodles proved better than I thought when we entered the small restaurant and nobody else was there. The Concubine bar nearby has a semi closed veranda facing the mural street we had viewed in the morning and had some depictions itself.

I wonder what the boy thought of the no parking sign.