Kuala Lumpur offers a familiar nuance for me. From the language's accents, the fried bee hun, desperate ballads songs, chilli and greasy foods, I feel like visiting my old relatives from Malaka and Sumatra. The conservative ones, but yes they're still family. Islam principle is much stronger here than Jakarta, I think that is one of the reason that bounds Malaysian people creativity. But once a person in Malaysia have a bravery to express himself, usually he is gonna be really good because to take the risk like that is a hard thing to do in the country. I recognize some good creative people in Malaysia, like Muid Latif and Sue Anna Joe.
Rini and I arrive in Kuala Lumpur
at 11 PM.
We don't know how to reach our hostel that time. Rini's friend, Arin, suggested us to take a shuttle bus to KL Sentral and pick up a taxi there. But it was almost midnight. I don't feel like looking for taxi in the middle of town that I never visit before, we're aliens here (despite the fact that we look like Malaysian people a lot). So once we got out from the LCCT airport, we saw booths of buses that offers us variants of service. One booth says "Take You Straight To Your Hotel", so I ask the lady is that true. She said yes, the shuttle bus will take us to right in front of our hotel door and the ticket is RM 15. I take that offer. The lady in the booth says that the bus will leave in another ten minutes, so Rini and I rush ourselves to find the bus, it's the one with the "Star Shuttle Bus" sticker on it.
We got in. Rini drifts off to sleep not so long after. While me silently sitting in that dark furnished bus, with other foreigners, listening to the radio that plays a sad desperate Melayu ballad song, something about a woman who has been cheated and she decided to kill herself and will haunt her husband and wait for his death to finally meet again in the afterlife. Phew, what happen with the concept of Optimism, mrs. suicide?
Almost an hour later, we arrive at our hotel, it's a hostel actually, but don't you imagine the movie Hostel. It's nothing like that. Number 8 is a well professionally organized inn for budget travelers. I love the interior, it represents Malaysia perfectly. You can see my review of the hotel here. Urged by our growling stomach, 1 AM that time, we decided to look for food.
So we took a nice night walking towards to Bukit Bintang area. Five minutes after, we found a road full of Chinese and Indian restaurants. We browsed some bak kut teh, curry, grilled ducks, seafood, pork satay and finally decided to try the Chinese restaurant at the end of the road. We share a portion of Singapore fried bee hun which was not bad at all, and I had two glass of ice tea that was very good. It only costs us about RM 10. I acknowledge that this road is getting crowded by dawn. Mostly people who come there are from clubs, so they still wear their party suit and get over their hang over there before they get home. I overhear someone's saying "Hey DJ Romi is gonna be here next week!" or "Did you go to that Agrikulture gig yesterday?" - I'm a bit proud because afterall Indonesian musicians are highly appreciated here.
Rini and I took off at 3.30 AM, get back to our hotel tiredly and instantly passed out on our bed.
6.30 AM, Rini shook my shoulder and tell me that we have to wake up early because we were planning to pay a free visit to Petronas Sky Bridge. The tickets are only free for morning, they say. And by they, I refer to Rini's friend who already arrive earlier in Kuala Lumpur, Arin. And Arin brought her other two friends, Nita and Sayu. They stayed in room next door. I woke up and hurrily hit the shower, had a toast and a coffee. We stop a taxi in front of our hotel, the driver is a snob Indian who assumed (and despised) that Indonesian Rupiah rate is way below Malaysian Ringgit, I hold myself not to snap out and yell "And how much do you think that your silly Rupee costs here??", but he's not worth it.
We got the taxi in cheap price anyway, only RM 10, and there's five of us so each will only have to pay RM 2. Hehee. Look who's stupid now, you stinky taxi driver.
We got ourselves to Petronas Sky Bridge entrance at 7.30 AM, and whoa, there's already a loooong line of people in the counter. I mean, real long, security has to arrange the queue into a swirly snake shape to fit the room. Boy, people do get up early in Malaysia. We wait for one hour and once we've got the ticket, it was scheduled for 10.15 AM. Our plane to Phuket departs at 11.30, it's risky. So we let go the Sky Bridge visit and just enjoy Petronas from the building porch. We took a taxi back to Number 8, planning on how to reach airport after we check out. The taxi driver offers us to extend our ride to airport, costs us RM 80 after we bargain, it was not a bad deal due to practicality so we said yes.
He drop us to the hotel, we pack things up and go straight to airport. It is a one and a half hour sleepy ride, and the driver is quite chatty, but he's kind and a bit of fatherly (if you know what I'm saying, he's a 48-year old man with a wife and two sons and he likes to lecture and share his life story), so I keep listen and response to him. I kinda like the guy. So yeah, my visit to Kuala Lumpur is only a quick glance. They're saying that DJ Steve Aoki will come tomorrow on March 22, it was a bit loss, but hey, I'm in the journey to Koh Phi Phi, to the place that I've been dreaming about in the last 8 years of my life. So bye Steve Aoki, Genting Highland and whatever else there that I'm missing. It's too bad I didn't have the chance to see everything in Malaysia, but I can't wait to arrive in Thailand, so what the heck.