Kuala Lumpur was a city that truly lived up to all the ideas we had previously formulated of a large, futuristic Asian capital. The first few days there we walked along the streets with our mouths open in amazement and our heads titled back to see the jutting skyline. We settled in a nice hotel situated just on the outskirts of the Indian neighborhood of the metropolis as it has become inherently clear that Indian food makes our hearts, minds and bodies all very happy and healthy. Knowing that we would revisit the capital before departing from Malaysia we decided to take things easy and profit to the fullest of the fact we had a room with air conditioning and hot water for the first time in eight months. We did make the effort to lose ourselves in the city a few times, frequent the enormous and abundant shopping centers (a little to our disgust) and to see the famous Petronas Towers. Each time we set foot in the streets we were greeted with smiles and the multiculturalism we both observed in the capital was impressive and refreshing. Expatriates of European persuasion, Chinese, Japanese, Middle Eastern and Indian citizens intermingled with the native Malaysians seemed to create a harmonious combination for a bustling city. It was fantastic. After about five days in the metropolis we packed our things and headed to the smaller tourist destination of Melaka.
Melaka is a city of about 650,000 inhabitants and is located on the Southwest coast of the Malaysian peninsula. It boasts a historical city center and a vibrant night market where you can eat anything from sushi to waffles and even enjoy some live music – if you don’t mind walking along the street with hundreds of other tourists and paying more for less. But to our delight an Indian restaurant was located just around the corner from the hostel so we were both good to go. We spent a few days in the town walking the banks of the river and pondering the street art.
To our delight our visit to the city coincided with a festival of performing arts which took place in the historic ruins of a Portuguese church just on a hill overlooking the town. Two days and two nights of the arts was incredibly stimulating albeit sometimes a little over our heads. Some of the most memorable performers included a Sudanese woman who sang in multiple languages, various musicians and dancers from around the world and a man who did a 24 -hour exhibition depicting and discoursing racism and sexism in today’s society with the use of oranges. Once again the multiculturalism of the entire ensemble offered created an atmosphere of a different level – Europeans, Asians, Australians, Africans, American- and the ethnic pluralism of the audience as well as the performers produced a type of art that neither one of us had ever previously witnessed nor experienced.
After Melaka we moved on to Johor Bahru, the capital of Johor, the most southern state of Malaysia. Again it was a very large city filled with high rises and shopping centers. According to the map, the bus station of arrival was just next door to the City Square, however, we did not realize that City Square was the name of a massive shopping center around which the entire city seemed to revolve. As the city is conveniently located close to Singapore, many Singaporeans come to Malaysia for cheaper shopping, and as the holidays approach the mall was teeming with people carrying numerous overloaded shopping bags and eating in the chain restaurants. After working out way out of the mall with our backpacks in tow we managed to find a very hospitable hostel and continued exploring the city and night market, and drinking our fill of teh ais. We found the Indian neighborhood for eating and planned our three day descent into Singapore.
We knew we wanted to see Singapore and as we were so close in Malaysia we could not pass up the opportunity, however, as the cost of living is three or four times that of Malaysia it was necessary to have the three days well planned in advance. We researched “free things to do in Singapore,” Dimitri pinned all the spots in his maps.me application and we prepared the upcoming days.
From the minute of arrival it was clear Singapore was a whole different world. Everything was clearly mapped out from the metro, to the bus lines. No trash lined the streets, the architecture was of a nature neither of us had ever seen and women dressed in a western fashion without garnering extreme unwanted attention. The modernity, organization and futurism of Kuala Lumpur paled in comparison to that of Singapore.
We settled ourselves into a hostel located in, you guessed it, Little India, readied for the excursion and set off for day one. Our movement around the sprawling city was all on foot. First we passed through the business sector of the city filled with skyscrapers of every color of glass imaginable on every corner. We visited a few older churches, stumbled upon preparations for a city marathon and made our way to the marina. From the waterfront, the panorama of the city skyline was really magnificent. We spent the entire day walking, walking, walking and just staring in disbelief. In the evening we crossed the waterfront to enter into the Singapore Gardens by the Bay. Everything had been lit up in celebration of Christmas and the amount of people was disarming but despite this the gardens were just unbelievable. We strolled through the artificial tree lines while listening to live Christmas carols and gazed at the twinkling Christmas lights of all colors.
The next day we rose early to continue the Singaporean Extravaganza. Taking the insanely clean and efficient metro we began with Haw Par Villa – a frankly bizarre “village” created by the founding brothers of Tiger Balm. It was a unique theme park-like atmosphere filled with arts and life size statues of animals, Chinese gods and various other beings. One particular area of interest was the exhibition of the Ten Courts of Hell. Before the entrance stood a sign warning the visitors of the explicit content of art so naturally we were curious and took our chances to look at the display. Inside, various statues and exhibits depicted people who had been vanquished to different courts hell and their ensuing punishments for their various sins on earth. Plaques beside each area explained the particular sins and subsequent punishments. For example, gambling, stealing and corruption was punishable by being frozen into blocks of ice; ungratefulness, disrespect for elders or escaping prison was punishable by having your heart cut out; and prostitution mandated the punishment of being thrown into a pool of blood and drowned (no punishment was listed for the men who made use of said prostitutes). Other sins included disrespecting your parents, cheating on exams, loaning money with too high of an interest rate, laziness, adultery and lying. It was quite entertaining to see young parents in the exhibition explaining it all to their children.
From the villa we once again took the metro to The Southridges – a chain of parks all connected and all with different walkways and canopies for those who make use of the grounds. We walked through the well groomed vegetation on cement paths, across elevated walkways and suspended bridges all in the heart of the city. It was pretty incredible and offered some stunning views of the megalopolis.
After The Southridges we made our way to the Botanic Gardens where as per the norm in Singapore we were both astounded by the beauty and organization of the park. The grass, flowers and exotic plants were all so well-manicured it was hard to believe. So many people filled the sprawling patches of freshly cut grass soaking up the beauty of the park on their day off. We walked through the park and sat on the grasses observing the numerous cross national couples and their families enjoying time in the outdoors rather than inside of a mall.
After the Botanic Gardens we tried to visit a forgotten Chinese cemetery that according to Google remained unfrequented by many. We only got a few minutes into the walk before we were completely alone in the overpopulated city. It was very lush green and calm, however, our visit was cut abruptly short by a pack of 12- 15 well fed and large feral dogs, obviously unhappy about us breaching their territory. We did our best to remain calm, turn around and walk slowly away praying they would not bite. Once out of the thick, and lucky to have not been disfigured, we laughed at the irony of never having had a negative encounter with dogs on our trip until our visit to Singapore of all places.
That evening we made our way through an extremely chic neighborhood with gigantic homes and numerous luxury cars and SUV’s. It was the highest concentration of wealth we had ever observed. From there we landed on Orchard Road, a top of the line shopping area that lit up for Christmas and the people were in full shopping mode. The shops along the street were stores of the most expensive and luxurious brands and the shopping mall complexes not only jutted into the night sky but also descended several stories underground. Both exhausted we decided to call it a night and continue again the next day.
We started again early by visiting East Park and seeing the shoreline. In particular the industrial harbor was shockingly large. Once again the park and the bay were ridiculously clean and organized and proportioned into camping grounds open for reservation equipped with bathrooms and fire pits. We ended the afternoon by revisiting Orchard Road and ascending to the 55/56 floor of the Orchard Ion building to see a splendid and unobstructed view of the city.
Singapore was out of this world. The sight and plenitude of expatriates we saw and the multitude of languages we heard spoken made the nation very unique. Happy to be back in the much calmer and much cheaper Malaysian city of Johor Bahru once again, we took a full day to rest and tend to our sore muscles and aching feet.
Although many people advised us that the eastern side of the Malaysian mainland peninsula is mostly closed during monsoon season (November-March) we decided to play the odds and visit anyway. Mersing was not a particularly beautiful city but it is the jumping off point to reach Pulau Tioman or Tioman Island.
We were lucky enough to catch a three hour ferry the second day after arriving in Mersing and made it to the island as hoped for. It was paradise on earth. The number of tourists on the small landmass could be counted on one hand and the locals were so laid back enjoying the off season that we were not bothered by anyone. Although it was cloudy some days we mostly enjoyed fabulous and warm weather and the pristine beaches were deserted all but for the tides of the navy blue and turquoise ocean waters. We tried snorkeling and were able to see sting rays, angel fish, rainbow fish and barracudas but because of the rain, visibility in the water was not great. One day we walked across the island for about seven kilometers through thick rainforest in order to arrive at more beaches on the other side. The roads were winding and steep – many hills were listed as a 45 percent incline and the walk was grueling. On the way to the beaches a local man was kind enough to stop and give us a lift after we had been walking for one hour. The walk was worth all the effort as the beaches on the other side were beyond belief and possibly even less populated by others. On the way back we braved the entire walk by foot and were alone in the seemingly untouched forest for two hours. We were enveloped by the noises of the rainforest and the sounds of the many animals scurrying through the forest floor. The only cause for alarm came about half way into the walk when we had by accident stumbled into the territory of a group of monkeys and thereby scared the infants. From all points around us in the trees the larger adult monkeys started screeching and howling, some we could see but others remained hidden. Those who did show their faces barred their teeth in defense. We did our best to remain calm and walk swiftly out of the area each carrying one raised snorkeling flipper as a means of protection. It was an experience.
We enjoyed about a week on the small island relaxing along with a lovely South African woman and a plethora of loving stray cats to keep us company. On the island we both consumed a combined total of eight beers for the first time in months. Sufficient to say it was a fun time, but the next day we both felt the forgotten after effects of alcohol consumption.
As we saw the days of the calendar passing by we reluctantly decided to return to the main land and continue our travels. Back in Mersing we took yet again another luxurious bus to Kuala Terengganu, a city located further north on the eastern coast. It was only a stopping point for us on the journey to Kota Bahru and we spent only one day wandering the conurbation and its china town. The city was another small reminder of how for us traveling is not about visiting the tourist monuments but rather being in the town surrounded by locals, eating local foods and immersing ourselves in a new and unknown culture.
Thus far, Malaysia has been such a rich experience. It is true we are here during the monsoon season but either way we are not surrounded by western tourists. For us it seems as though the people have yet to become jaded by the industry of mass tourism and still greet us with a smile, treat us with respect, talk to us with enthusiasm and do not try to cheat us out of money. The scenery is stunning and the cities are modern but still have a foreign flare. The magnificent and musical call to prayer can be heard throughout the day. The women though it seems do not have an established level of “equality,” meet our gazes and are not hidden from society. No matter where we go, someone is always willing to help regardless of their level of competence in the English language. The buses are something of luxury – they have air conditioning, reclining chairs with cushions and are even equipped with enough leg room for Dimitri. The bus terminals are clearly mapped out and eerily easy to manage. Again we find ourselves in a bit of disbelief at the easiness in traveling through Malaysia and excited for the remaining weeks of our travel.