Jo Herrings Adventures

So my first impressions of KL changed very little during the next 48 hours I bothered to stay. I hoped in a cab after getting a little lost (not something I am used to but without a map I was in the lap of the locals). After trying to find a famous street market the taxi driver convinced me to go to a Malay market instead and subsequently took me on a tiki tour around the city in dense traffic whilst we were running a meter....I was very hungangry by the time we reached the market. And my driver seemed to be disappointed when it was clear I was not going to pay for his dinner. The joy of whipping out your camera to gaze at the Petronus towers for the first time was enough to send him on his way.  I ate a local fish curry dish with rice and green beans in a little street cafe where the locals were watching badminton or football and I gazed in wonder at the towers in their back yard. Suddenly a little anxious that the food I was consuming was not cranking hot and I hadn't wa...

Its striking how different Muslim countries are to all others.  I’ve arrived in Kuala Lumpar and been struck by my near nakedness - all be it with a sleeveless loose shirt and my Zara shorts  as a female not robed I definitely stick out. The openness of men holding hands also makes me aware of the religious influence on the people and their humanisation with each other. The complete disparity of city dwellers sets them apart from the west but never really anyone else and even then many of my fellow westeners would argue Urban life has its own very peculiar differences . The first man I saw was in a paddy field in his orange  jocks whilst all those on the train had iphones and seem to live in tall towers that dot the city.  And then there is the hostel. I should have really refused the room but with my big bag on my back and humidity through the roof I took shelter in a private room. Lets just hope the sights of KL are redeeming.  Afterall the £35 flight from ...