I feel scattered, drained and frustrated in this city. Kuala Lumpur is lacking smiles, efficient transportation, phone service (for me) and healthy food. My face has pimples, my body is storing fat, I only have internet access in my hotel room and a few cafes, the Grab cars are late and I’m nervous about how much skin I’m showing, feeling restricted in my clothing and expression here. The cute places in the hotel I had hoped to film livestreams don’t have Wi-Fi and the hotel staff and guests all seem antisocial, grumpy or stern.
The buildings are a beautiful and strange hodgepodge of history and cultural collisions. The streets and buildings look dirty and run down although the morning sunshine with blue sky and caffeine makes everything better. The cheerful coffee shop barista makes my day with his loud welcoming Indian accented “good morning!!” That hollers across the room to every entering guest. Joyful connection! I love his way.
I hate being in the backseat of taxis with advertisements playing. I HATE advertisements. Please turn them off. Why are we letting this rubbish into our minds! Ahhh!! Take me to Thailand and back to Bali. I miss riding on punctual scooters through the silent but whispering wind. I miss the Balinese smiles and narrow alleyways. Take me back and take me away from this stressfully disorganized and depressed city. What do I love here? I see beautiful in the colors! Rainbows everywhere! I see beautiful trees and little purple flowers along the roads. I see diversity and cultures seemingly harmonious in their daily dance together on one land. The skyscrapers are easy to stare at; they reflect pink in the sunrise and sparkle in the night. The world is beautiful everywhere because life, color and texture is with us wherever we go. A weed in a crack is beautiful. I don’t need perfection. The charm is in every moment. I just miss smiles and quiet easy movements around a more peaceful land. This city feels a bit “grim,”, as Rae would say. I’ll be with her in three days on the beaches of Thailand! Until then, I shall thoroughly enjoy a food tour and a nighttime photo shoot.
Visiting Kuala Lumpur has deepened my appreciation of the lifestyle I’m most excited to live; it matches more with Bali. I value my health and I love the colors!!! New art from the Chinese market!! This is what I take away! Colors in the rain!!!
13 dishes and every dish included at least 1tsp of sugar. This is why Malaysian people have diabetes, obesity. The oil has pimples popping out on my face. The sugar in this food has my belly swelling. My body grabs at the fruit smoothie and the vegetable juice each morning for fresh nourishment! The food tours show me what’s happening here on the daily for this people. The flavors are rich and beautifully loved by the chefs and the foodies. The stories behind their food, the history and the love their have for the stands that have been serving on these spots of land for over forty years. It’s beautiful and I’ve had my share. Thank you for the flavor.
And I fall asleep looking at the skyscrapers; the Patronus towers are the last thing my eyes see before I sleep.
FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS
AirBnb Experience: Chef-Curated Kuala Lumpur Street food Tour