Day 4: Kuala Lumpur to Tanah Rata

Thursday, February 13, the last full day in the capital of Malaysia. It started at nine o'clock with the aim of Batu Caves, which are limestone caves north of Kuala Lumpur. Several Hindu temples have been built inside, which can be reached by a steep and colorful staircase. After a 20-minute train ride for an unbeatable 50 cents, I reached the Batu Caves stop. After a short walk through the local market in front of the temple, I climbed the over 200 steps. The main cave, about 100 meters high, fascinated with its size and the temples inside. They were covered in a scent that filled the entire cave.

About two hours later, I returned through the hustle and bustle of the market to the train station. After a short stop at the hostel, where I heard about free food and a meeting in Chinatown, the plans for the evening were set.

But first, I took the tram to the Jumpa Mall, where there is an indoor bouldering hall. After a long search in the shopping center, I was disappointed by the size of the bouldering area. But the new holds and challenging routes made up for it. After some time, as the second visitor to the hall, a local boulderer joined. I received important tips for the upcoming evening in Chinatown from him, among other things.

At 7 p.m., we met with other people from the hostel at a small Indian café in Chinatown. After the delicious food, which consisted of blue rice with a very spicy curry sauce and vegetables, as well as nice conversations, I joined a group of English people to explore the district in more detail. The streets come to life at night and there are little treats, fruits, and lots of fake bags, watches, and much more on offer everywhere.

The next morning, I got up at 7 to make it to the pool on time. After enjoying the beautiful morning light on the rooftop terrace, I went to have breakfast at a buffet bar. They had an interesting mixture of European and Asian breakfast, and strengthened for the day, I set off to the bus station with all my luggage. After collecting my boarding pass, the journey could begin.

In contrast to the travel buses we know, the Asian ones are very spacious and comfortable. They are even reclineable almost like a bed. However, out of respect for the person behind me, I did not fully recline.

Upon arrival in the Cameron Highlands, I walked to the hostel, where I was warmly welcomed and kindly advised on possible offers. Of course, I immediately got to try the tea from the nearby plantation. After a nice dinner, I went back to the hostel to plan the next day. It will start with a breakfast buffet at the hostel.