It’s hard to know what to say about the Malaysian capital of Kuala Lumpur (KL, as a totally pointless observation, Malaysia sure does love to abbreviate). I should have more to say than I do, at least as a comparative – I was here 9 years ago but really can’t remember all that much about the place. I guess KL didn’t leave that much of an impression on me. Twice now.
Kuala Lumpur is a curious place full of stark contrasts. One minute you could be among the hustle & bustle of Chinatown’s claustrophobic Petaling Street Market, stepping over homeless people passed out on the side of the road & around chasms in city paths, & the next minute you could find yourself shopping in air-conditioned comfort in the likes of Prada & Gucci while staring up at the shiny Petronas Towers. KL has obviously come a long way – in the space of about 150 years it has gone from a disease-ridden tin prospectors hovel in the jungle to a modern metropolis. But there’s no denying that it’s rough-around-the-edges kind of place, and most of the time it’s rough in the centre, too.
Petaling Street Market
Petronas Towers
KL is full of old British colonial buildings and mosques (it’s a Muslim country, one that was once governed by the British) but to me, and to a lot of visitors to the city, it is all about the iconic 88-floor, 451-metre twin skyscrapers of the Petronas Towers.
While they are a spectacle at any time of day, at night they really shine thanks to the illumination of the their 83,500 m² of diamond-faceted stainless steel & 55,000 m² of laminated glass.
– César Pelli, the Petronas Towers main architect (1995)
Last Stop
I’ll be on a flight to Australia tomorrow, bringing to an end a 3-week southeast Asian jaunt through in Thailand, Malaysia & Singapore. As such KL is my last stop in the region. For some reason I always find it hard to warm to last stop locations. So that, coupled with the fact that I returned to the city suffering Singapore withdrawals, probably didn’t do much to enamour me to KL & its noise, fumes & general overbearing scruffiness. That said, I still enjoyed this visit: the central city region is small so distances between sights are short; the street food is delicious & ubiquitous (there are some 50,000 street food vendors in the city alone); it’s cheap; & it has the Petronas Towers (oh the Towers). Other than that I haven’t a whole lot to say about KL, so I won’t. As much as I want to I wish I could go out on a Petronas Towers-esque high. But I can’t.
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