Leaving Malaysia

I fully expected it to be awful, but with the last minute rushes of packing, goodbyes and closing bank accounts I didn't have time to process the enormity of leaving. Equipped with enough hugs from Anna to protect me through the airport and beyond, I left KL. Even in Dubai I felt fine. Just travelling. That universal airport feeling, easy to associate it with good things.

But then, as the hours-to-go counted down on the in-flight info screen, the doom swelled heavily in my stomach. The hours trickled quickly into even more rapidly vanishing minutes. Heathrow in sight, I knew it wouldn't feel any worse if we were falling out of the sky with no engines or wings.

KL for Kids

Today I went to the launch of "KL for Kids" at Marmalade cafe in Bangsar. It was a friendly little affair and fairly well attended. The authors signed copies of the book and chatted to guests about their experience of making it.

This is an impressive book, not least due to the stunning photography of kids having fun in and around KL. It is easy to use and a pleasure to browse. The main places to go are given a lavishly illustrated double page spread, while other sections sum up lesser or more distant attractions and activities succinctly. The text is detailed in its information, both enthusiastic and realistic in its descriptions and hits the nail on the head with candid comments such as:

"It has some great flashes of genius coupled with a few dysfunctional gaps," (the National Science centre) and:

"Staff attitudes are a little haphazard," (Aquaria KLCC).

However, these are just points to be aware of - there's nothing in the book that the authors don't recommend. All the places who earned a
place in the book did so by providing children with an enjoyable experience.


I would heartily recommend the book to anyone with children, whether local, expat or tourists. It gives the details you can never quite track down elsewhere, such as prices, eating options and stroller access, along with the obviously necessary directions and opening hours. Best of all, through the lively text and fabulous photos it will inspire you to visit those places you've never quite got round to.

Pictured right: Lorien Holland (writer)

Pictured right: Kate Phillips (photographer)

"KL for Kids" goes on sale in local bookshops this week and is also available from http://www.amazon.co.uk/ and http://www.klforkids.com/

Things to do before you leave Malaysia

I began this list a long time ago with someone who was a friend, when I'd been ranting against the current abundance of 'things to do before you die' (when else?) books. I kept on adding to it and now that the time to leave draws near, I'm glad to say that I've done most of them, though maybe not often enough. The list is really just a mixture of favourite places, foods and things to do, along with places highly recommended by friends as well as some of the more amusing or frustrating things about life in Malaysia. Obviously this will all mean more to those of you who know Malaysia, but I thought I'd share it anyway.

• Eat fried fish from the fish man in Brickfields


• Ride a motorbike with your jacket on back to front


• Drive to Megamall on a Saturday afternoon, find a parking place and try to buy something in Jusco


• Visit Gunung Mulu national park


• Ask the bank to explain why foreigners aren’t allowed to make internet transfers from their Malaysian accounts to another Malaysian account


• In fact, ask anyone to explain a pointless rule they are enforcing


• Smell the rain before it comes, smell the streets afterwards


• Watch people contorting themselves in front of the Petronas towers in an attempt to fit the whole building into a photograph


• Eat roti canai


• Eat a huge Chinese meal with lots of Chinese friends who know the best things to order


• Hike Chiling river and jump in to cool off


• Visit KKB for small-town charm, old shophouses set on wide streets, great food, local walks, lakes and rivers, and cycle up to The Gap.


• Climb Bukit Kutu and marvel at the madness of the Englishman who built a house at the top. Only the fireplace remains, along with a well where you can still draw fresh water.


• Go to Cherating for a quaint no-longer-quite-happening beach experience – and have a drink at Muda’s café on the beach, while Muda himself folds and twists a palm leaf into a perfectly formed grasshopper.


• Ride the monorail from end to end for a quickly changing view of KL


• Learn and use as much Malay as you can


• Go rock climbing at Batu Caves


• Take a walk- or run - in Bukit Gasing


• Visit the rubber research institute and watch rubber tappers at work


• Try to explain to someone who is littering that this is not a good idea


• Make your own batik painting, for example at the Craft Centre in KL or in many touristy places countrywide


• Snorkel or dive Perhentian and eat beach barbecue for tea after soaking up the rays on the white sands.


• Take a dip in a hot spring. At Selayang the springs are a community bath where families go for a good wash. Throw scoops of breathtakingly hot water over yourself and your loved ones. At Sungkai in Perak it’s a more relaxing affair where you can choose from a number of pools for a good wallow.


• Learn to double park, or simply leave your car in the most inconvenient spot for other road users.


• Mountain bike the trails round Batu Dam


• Drink tea or Milo from a plastic bag


• Get lost in Putrajaya, and ask yourself, “What’s it all for?”


• Kayak Sungai Sungkai


• Eat banana leaf curry with your fingers


• Try to explain to a Malaysian that you won’t have a drink because you’re driving


• Watch a storm, feel the lightning rip the air


• Tag lah onto the end of sentences, but only tongue-in-cheek


• Sit round a table at a restaurant, stall or bar with a group of friends, being sure that each of you spends the entire time having an sms conversation with somebody not present


• Do the canopy walk at Taman Negara


• Eat something unidentifiable


• Dump your car in a busy Bangsar street at night and give the keys to any shady looking young man who approaches you


• Visit an Orang Asli village, introduce yourself to the headman and spend some time getting to know people. Watch toddlers leaping fearlessly into rivers, women carrying home baskets of jungle vegetables, men loafing around – or if you’re lucky returning from hunting with a wild boar.


• Try to explain to a Malaysian that your phone may sometimes be switched off, or that there may even be times when you choose not to answer it


• Dive Sipadan


• Have afternoon tea in the Smoke House in the Cameron Highlands, or at Carcosa in KL
  
• Visit a tea plantation


• Watch a movie in Gold Class – but take plenty of warm clothes. For a long film, a sleeping bag works well.


• Drink teh tarik. Preferably late at night on the pavement of a still-busy street


• Shop in a night market


• Visit the KL tower for unbeatable views of the city and its surrounds


• Watch faces gawp as you explain that yes, you are single, despite being a woman over thirty, and yes, you are travelling alone


• Run the KL marathon


• Eat durian fresh from the ground where it fell


• Pop into Brunei for a surreal day in BSB, where everyone seems to be somewhere else, petrol is a fraction of the price of water, and people are indescribably friendly and polite. Wander the water villages and take in the mosque.


• Have a massage in Brickfields from a blind masseur


• Enjoy a beer and maybe a steak (bib provided) at the shabby Coliseum. Sadly they no longer do real bacon butties.


• Cycle Sabah, wallow in cool rivers


• Perfect at least one seriously dodgy traffic manoeuvre


• Eat mangosteen


• Make use of the KLIA express and the station check-in


• Get lost in your car. No shortage of places to try this one


• Enjoy a duty-free beer on the beach in Langkawi as the sun goes down over the sea


• Go to Kuala Selangor to see the fireflies


• Try to buy a bra with no padding or underwiring. For the brave, add to your request that it should be a sensible colour and contain at least some cotton


• Eat nasi lemak


• Attach as many electric blue lighting devices to your car as possible


• Visit Kuching and Bako National Park


• See the Thaipussam festival at Batu Caves


• Get a twelve minute, twelve ringgit haircut in a well designed shop where they even hoover your head afterwards. Some cutters may only have had twelve minutes training, but at that price, who cares?


• Eat wanton mee. And duck-leg soup. And roast duck. And mee mamak. And chicken rice and rendang and laksa and pumpkin curry. And roast pork with that crunchy salty fat layer all crispy round the side.


• Go for a ride with at least four people on one motorbike, preferably including at least two unhelmeted toddlers


• Baffle a supermarket checkout clerk by refusing any plastic bags


• Catch a taxi in the rain


• Go caving in Gua Tempurung, near Gopeng in Perak


• Wander the narrow streets of Melaka. Take a rickshaw ride in the prettiest, floweriest rickshaw you can find.


• Learn to make candid personal comments, eg: “You’re looking much fatter than last time I saw you”


• Visit Penang


• Fly a kite


• Eat nasi kerabu in Kelantan


• If you are a short-haired female, entertain yourself by explaining to the ladies’ toilet attendant that you are indeed a woman. This is best done in Malay while thrusting your breasts forward. However, this is not always enough…


• Climb Gunung Kinabalu


• Have a drink in the Luna Bar


• Stay in a longhouse in Sabah or Sarawak


• Stand still in Megamall and feel the building move beneath your feet


• Spend Chinese New Year in KL just for the pleasure of empty roads and limitless parking


• Eat in Jalan Alor


• Try foot reflexology


• Employ a guide for a jungle walk and learn about local wild food and traditional medicines as you go


• Did I mention Mulu National Park?

Motorbike Madness

What makes Malaysian motorcyclists so special is that they wear back-to-front jackets. This baffles visitors and newcomers, but I was given a perfectly logical explanation - the jacket protects the chest from windchill and squashed bugs while the open back allows ventilation in the hot sticky climate.

Of course, these mopeds weave in and out of traffic in an alarming manner. They are driven on either side of the road and also on pavements. They are immune to traffic lights. On motorways they use the hard shoulder, which is probably just as well as they rarely have rear lights. In the cities, adults wear helmets in accordance with the law, but the numerous children, toddlers and babies on board don't. In the countryside, helmets are fairly rare and it isn't uncommon to see boys as young as ten or twelve riding along village roads.

A small bike can carry anything up to four people, especially if small children are passengers. Loads can be large or interesting - chickens in big round baskets, stacks of newspapers that tower above the driver's head, milk churns. Some bikes have small fruit or drinks stalls attached like sidecars and vendors chug away from their pitches with large colourful umbrellas still up over the bike and stall. Bread bikes have loaves and packets hanging from racks and ice-cream bikes carry their cold bins on the back with bags of buns (instead of cones) hanging down by the rear wheel. Pictured right: ice delivery.

I love all this. But I was horrified recently to see, on a dual carriageway, two bikers overtaking us lying stomach-down on their seats, legs horizontal behind them. These guys were going fast, had no helmets and doubtless little control in the event of their needing it suddenly. Madness.

Many thanks to Kate for letting me use her photo. To see more of her fabulous work, visit http://www.katenorth.com/

Malaysian parking

On this street, double parking (eg red car and white truck) is common, as is the sound of 'horning', as those parked in lean on their horns until they are freed.

Better still is the parking right round the corner onto the other road.

Another good use of a spare corner. The owner of this car returned as I got out my camera, but at this point he hadn't yet moved.

Double-parking on this street is managed by the 'jockeys' - a couple of unlikely looking lads to whom owners of nice cars merrily toss their keys. These guys park your car and then juggle and rearrange cars as you return to collect yours. I met someone once who returned to find that the police had towed all the cars and confiscated the keys, but apart from the congestion it causes, the system is generally reliable. It's also a good way of alarming visitors when you hop out of your car in the middle of the road and give the keys to a total stranger.

U turns

Some time ago, a British friend commented that a traffic system that relied on U-turns as an essential means of getting from A to B was quite ludicrous. Like anything else, I have got used to the idea that U-turning could be a legitimate and essential manoeuvre. Gone are the days of UK driving where U-turning is rarely legal and often thought of as an amusing way to duck out of a navigational cock-up. Here in Malaysia, U-turn spots are signed all over the place, road signs are adorned with the hitherto humorous symbol of the big U. However, I don’t think I will ever get over the incredulity that hits me every time I come across the great highway U turns that I am obliged to use – or react swiftly to avoid – around KL.

For the uninitiated, let me explain. Sometimes when travelling on a three-lane carriageway, a U-turn is the only way to reach a destination accessible only from the opposite carriageway. Occasionally, someone may have thoughtfully built a special U-turn bridge, linking inside lane to inside lane. More excitingly though, you may find that the outside lane suddenly becomes a turning lane. Yes, the fast lane. So as you slow down or join the queue for the turn you are kept on the edge of your seat by the prospect of another fast moving vehicle piling into the back of your car. Best of all, having squeezed through the gap and made the turn, where do you find yourself? In the fast lane, of course, offering your rear end to unsuspecting high-speed traffic.

My friend's real mistake was in thinking that there was a traffic system at all.

The Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur

Iconic of the city, the Petronas Towers are stunning beyond belief. For a few years they enjoyed a reign as the world's tallest towers, but no more. But it really doesn't matter whether they top the world or not. There is no structure this tall that is so breathtaking.

The design is strongly Islamic, the floorplan of each tower being based on the eight-pointed star used so much in Islamic art. Each tower rises in five teirs, honouring the five pillars of Islam. There are numerous interesting features which I'm sure you can read about elsewhere. I once watched a television programme about the building of the towers and was delighted to learn that the project had encountered some very Malaysian problems, such as a poor survey which meant that while one tower was to be built on rock, the other was due to be founded on a muddy bog. The high speed lifts, designed I think by an American company, had to be slowed because Malaysians don't like to move so quickly!

One of my favourite pastimes in the vicinity of the towers is to watch people trying to photograph them. They don't fit easily into the average viewfinder, so people lie on the ground, or set the camera on the ground then contort themselves in order to see what's on the screen.

At night - that is, a clear night - their lights rise over the city. In the daytime their glass and metal gleam blue and silver with a shocking brightness. I like them best of all at twilight, when their faces can still be seen but the lights are already on against a deepening blue sky. I never would have thought I'd feel a moment of excitement looking at a skyscraper, but in this case I do. Frequently.

Demonstration for fair elections

At the weekend there was a large rally in Kuala Lumpur. 10 to 30 thousand people took to the streets in a peaceful demonstration demanding fair elections. The rally had been banned by the police (the constitution here forbids gatherings of more than five people without government permission), who had promised to arrest anyone taking part. Obviously it wasn't possible to arrest so many people, but tear gas and water cannons were used to break up the rally.

There have been recent occasions when rallies have been allowed to go ahead, for example anti-war demonstrations in the wake of the attacks on Iraq. So clearly, the government is capable of granting permission when it sees fit. So what message are they sending to their people and the world by banning this one? Malaysia claims that its elections are free and fair, so wouldn't it be better to let it go ahead and state that the demonstrators' concerns are being investigated?

I've talked to a few locals, such as friends and random taxi drivers, about their views. One thing I was told (and I have not investigated the truth of it) is that groups such as the police and armed forces do not get individual votes but are 'block voted' by the authorities. What most non-Malays will really want to talk about is racial discrimination. It is well-known that the various ethnic groups that make up Malaysia have different rights. If you are of Indian or Chinese origin, despite being 5th or 10th generation Malaysian nationals, you do not have the same chances, rights or financial support as the ethnic Malays. Malays get tax breaks, housing benefits, and need lower grades to enter universities, as well as being something of a 'chosen people' when it comes to promotions, selection for teams and so on. Coming from the UK, one of the most ethnically diverse countries around, this is hard to fathom and quite outrageous. Malaysians divide themselves up by race and often seem to have no concept of national identity. They call themselves Malay or Chinese or whatever, not Malaysian. Yet somehow, despite this, at street level there seems to be very little inter-racial tension and different groups work and socialize happily together.

Back to the election, there are plentiful allegations of multiple voting, uncounted votes and so on. The organisers of the protest stated that their goal is a change in the electoral process in order to prevent fraud. If the government really believes that their elections are fair, they should want to ensure that they are. They should want to show the people that they care about this. They definitely want the world to see the country as a forward thinking democracy, but their response to this demonstration has had people likening Malaysia to Burma.

Kuala Terengganu

A three hour bus ride took me to Kuala Terengganu. I'd booked into the Ping Anchorage Backpackers, cited by the Lonely Planet as the "number one spot in town" for budget travellers. I would have to doubt their judgement on this one. The place is completely unmanned - you collect your keys from a shop downstairs then go up a floor, unlock a padlocked grille and enter the echoing bare concrete hallways of the 'hostel'. It had a rather prison-like air and my room, though big, was scarcely better. A massively stained dark green carpet covered the floor, curling up at the edges and joins. The room smelled dank and the 'hot' shower provided a trickle of cold water which after ten minutes had just about wet me. Within minutes of arrival I had decided to move to somewhere else in the morning.

So after a good enough night's sleep, broken abrubtly in the pre-dawn by the call to prayer from the mosque which I'd admired on the corner last night, I checked into the Seri Malaysia hotel, reminding myself that the huge cost of the move was actually less than twenty pounds. Friday isn't a good day to be exploring an East coast town in the off-season. Everything was closed. The tour operators told me that there were no other travellers to make up groups with so any hopes I had of visiting Tasik Kenyir or travelling up the rivers nearby were quickly dashed. Saturday wasn't any better - even the steps up to the top of the small hill overlooking the town were closed, as was Redang island, course. Pathetically, I stayed in my rather nice hotel room watching National Geographic channel until checkout time, knowing that the afternoon would be long enough. By the afternoon I'd even lost interest in taking the ferry across the river to the village where fishing boats are reportedly still made by hand. No doubt the boat-builders would not be working on the weekend either. I took a look at the markets and mosque and sat by the waterfront watching a team of cleaners and sweepers clearing a small stretch of sand by chucking the rubbish back into the river. Waiting for my evening flight back to KL, the day stretched out forever.

The beach on the East side of town was very pleasant though, so I strolled along, as slowly as possible. Had a paddle, had a cold drink. Kite sellers had set up stalls along the beach and a few people were flying kites. As soon as I reached the busier stretch of beach I was greeted by young grinning lads sitting around on motorbikes. I wasn't in the mood for chatting to these Met Rumpets, being leered at and asked inane questions such as "where you going?" and "where you come from?"(both of which I repeatedly answered "there" with a point in the appropriate direction). I'll usually talk to anyone, especially if I've got nine hours to kill, but their pushy arrogance and mocking laughter made me just want to push them off their little 125cc pedestals.

Luckily, there was plenty of good food in Kuala Terengganu. Chinatown offered lots of choices as well as beer and friendly service, and at a Malay stall I tried nasi kerabu goreng which was pretty good, though not as delicious as its unfried counterpart. The lady running this stall was sweet and delighted by my few words of Malay, even showing them off to her friends. I sat at her stall sipping lime juice for as long as my bladder would let me. I'd run out of things to read on the Friday and was forced to consider writing a novel instead. Luckily there were some newspapers around.

Eventually it was time to leave and I realised that I had been counting the hours for so long that I wasn't actually expecting such a time to come. There's nothing wrong with the place, but I had obviously been somewhat over-optimistic about the opportunities for seeing the area even just a week or two into the monsoon season.

Oh yes. It rained a lot.

Muzium Negeri Kelantan

The Kelantan state museum, Muzium Negeri Kelantan, appeared slightly unexciting in the way that I've come to expect such places to be. However, I was able to while away a pleasant hour or so learning everything I could want to know about keris (Malay daggers), from their design to their magical and mystical properties. Some can kill an enemy by flying through the air, others you simply stab into your enemy's footprint to render him deceased. Most importantly, I now know how to clean my keris, an eight step procedure involving banana stems, limes, bamboo, coconut water, smoke and wax.

Weapons used by women were another interesting feature of the museum, ranging from deadly hairpins for "protection against predatory males and others of evil intent," to the lawi ayam, a tiny dagger with a finger hole in the handle, held in the palm with just the tip of its curved blade poking out of the hand. While men conceal this hand in the folds of their clothing, women keep their lawi ayam "hidden in the coils of the hair as protection from a man with evil intentions." Obviously a lot of these men about.

There was also a small room displaying information about poisons made by witch-doctors, which were either ingested or carried magically by the wind to the intended victim. There were also samples of plants that could be use as medicines, love potions and so on.

In the royal family room, I was interested to read about Tengku Muhammad Faris Petra, the crown prince of Kelantan, especially his education. At the Sultan Ismail Primary School he achieved five A grades and won the trophy for 'student of the year'. Following this he went to an international school in KL (no mention of any achievements) then to Oakham in the UK where he "was in the A-level class." There was no mention of his having got any A-levels though. I couldn't help thinking that maybe his primary school had overestimated his brilliance, in the way that Malaysian institutions shamelessly will in their dealings with royalty and other important figures. However, to give the guy his due, he went on to study useful things like diplomatic relations and European business administration, so it does seem that he or his family had some intention of his being well informed in areas that might prove relevant to his position.

One other thing that I found interesting was that in older photos of the royal family, women wore no tudongs. I'm not sure whether this is due to their status or simply because back in the seventies and eighties it was more acceptable for women to be seen with their heads uncovered. Certainly in the more recent photos, the women wore their tudongs.