I’m an airconditioned gypsy
That’s my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
Alright so I escaped from Bali and the Day of Silence, or Nyepi as the ritual/holiday/festival is called in Bahasa Indonesian, in the nick of time. Now normally I would welcome a good party followed by a day of silence, a day to reflect, meditate, rest, rejuvenate, but as I mentioned in my last entry, I was missing the city. I needed a city fix bad. I was craving noise, exhaust fumes, busy streets, traffic jams, police sirens, and late night dining among other things.
So off I flew to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. My idea was a total contradiction - rest up in luxury, while also immersing myself in the insanity of the city. Okay first things first, I went from the airport straight to The Ritz-Carlton. That’s the whole luxury part of my plan. I had 4 nights booked and planned to sleep late, wander down to the pool, order lots of room service, have the butler bring me cappuccino’s, get my laundry done, soak in the tub, stand way too long under the steaming hot rain shower, watch DVD’s (I had the last 2 Seasons of Californication), and sprawl out on the king sized bed from heaven. Nice.
I did manage to get out and about a bit too. I’ve been to KL a bunch of times now and know the city fairly well. The highlights for me though always come back to the same things, indulging all of my senses in the city. There is nothing like wandering around the Petronas Towers as the sun sets and marveling in amazement as the lights of the city start to light up the nights sky. Then slowly meandering through the streets of Bukit Bintang down to Jalan Alor and picking a Hawker Stall to sit at and dine on delicious food and watch the world go by. The old and new of Malaysia all rolled into a beautiful ball of a city that assaults your senses. And yes, there are crowds, there is lots of traffic, you take your life into your own hands crossing the street, there are street sellers on every corner, hordes of people in constant motion, there are smells, food cooking, durians being carved up, exhaust fumes, there are lights, neon signs, tall buildings, concrete, asphalt, there are honking horns, police sirens, the squeal of air brakes as the buses and trucks screech to a halt, there is the constant dull roar of the masses conversing, there are all the things that I love and miss about a city. Ahhh!
Unfortunately, there was a bit of a dark cloud hanging over KL and Malaysia itself this time though as flight MH 370 was still missing. It was obvious to me that the grief and sadness and anger and disbelief that the people were feeling was a real, living, breathing thing. Everywhere I went there was talk of the tragedy, everyday it was on the front page of the newspaper, there were billboards and prayer centers, and announcements, everywhere. I don’t know what happened to flight MH 370 and I don’t want to speculate on what happened either, but I think not knowing is the hardest part for people. My thoughts and love go out to all who are affected by this strange tragedy.
Now it was time for me to travel on. It was time for me to get on with seeing the world. It was time to go to some new countries, have some new experiences. It was time for me to go the airport and hop a flight… to Beijing? Hmmm…. they say lightening never strikes in the same place twice….perhaps.