Kuala Lumpur is everything I hoped for: a lively combination of traditional Malay, Chinese, Indian, with a smattering of people from everywhere else. I spent the day wandering the streets, where Indian, Chinese, and Muslim temples are crammed in between glittering towers and squat 60s concrete monstrosities.
Here is a Chinese temple around the corner from my hostel. The man in the foreground is waving incense as he makes an offering.
The streets are full of packed markets, selling knock-offs of everything under the sun, as well as fabulously colorful fabrics, snacks, hardware,...you name it.
This is a large, busy mosque complex. Despite the street noise, I could hear the musical chanting from the spot where I took this shot.
The Malay ladies love their colorful, patterned clothing! These ladies are enjoying cendol, the local--err, I don't know what to call this concoction. It's an iced drink made by combining a scummy-looking dark gunge (bean paste?) with a dark liquid (liquid brown sugar?) and then in pouring a white liquid with green squiggles (no idea...). All this wonderfulness is mixed together to make a refreshing drink. It's very popular and I have to try it--tomorrow.
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