It was quite surprising to us how a full-length recliner and little personal TV screen could cause 6 hours to fly by. Somewhere between VCDs and sleep, we gazed out on lush, verdant Malaysia with a mixture of delight and anticipation. But all too soon, the ride was over and we found ourselves unceremoniously ejected on to the pavement outside Puduraya Bus station in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. Without the foggiest idea of where to go or where we'd sleep, we asked the first 'touristy' couple we saw. "Well, that way is Chinatown and that way is Times Square", one replied. Our budget made the decision and we struck off in the direction of Chinatown. After a few false starts, we landed a clean and comfortable room at Grocer's Inn.
With its iconic Islamic structures, ultra-modern overhead light rails, all the hustle, bustle and noise of an Asian city, the pleasant confusion of multiple languages and dialects and vernaculars, -
Kuala Lumpur sizzled. Our part of the city was a constant hive of activity with knock-off merchants, roadside vendors and eateries, Chinese hawkers and vibrant night-markets. Although not big fans of big cities, we found ourselves falling for KL's
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