Puh! After more than 29 hours we finally arrive in Kuala Lumpur. Although we were only in the air for about 12 hours in total, the long wait in Melbourne and the lack of sleep take their toll. As we stumble out of the Arrival Hall, we are already greeted with joy by a taxi driver who wants to take us to our hotel. We don't have much desire to find another mode of transportation. The main thing is that we get to a bed quickly.
The lively and far too lively taxi driver turns out to be a lovable tour guide, who gives us all the tips, tricks, and food recommendations on the almost 1-hour car ride to the hotel that he can think of at the moment. He even has a self-made catalog with Kuala Lumpur's most famous sights and specialties in the car. His name is David, as he calls himself, and he was born here in KL - that's what the locals call their city. A real boy from the city and proud of it. He raves about the cultural networking of Malay, Indian, and Chinese influences, which not only greatly expand the culinary offerings. Architecturally, his city also has a lot to offer. Churches, mosques, Indian and Chinese temples stand side by side with modern skyscrapers. The city is growing rapidly, even though there are already more than 1.5 million people living in the immediate metropolitan area. In the metropolitan region, there are even over 8 million people. Kuala Lumpur is by far the largest city in Malaysia. David is overflowing with information and shows us smoothly while driving at full speed on the highway the one or the other mobile photo - on two mobile phones each - of other customers who were all very satisfied with him. So early in the morning, after all, it's only 4 o'clock here, the streets are still empty and outside of Germany, having a mobile phone at the wheel seems to belong. The lack of sleep is doing the rest and we are just tremendously grateful to finally arrive at the hotel. We still take the obligatory selfie with David ('I make a Selfie so I can find you next time!'). After all, other tourists should also be able to look at our faces while they hope to arrive at their destination safely. By the way, the business-savvy David has already offered to pick us up again in two days ('Too short time in Malaysia! Too short!') and take us back to the airport. Easy! We can check in earlier and even get breakfast for today. But before that, we can sleep for another good 4 hours.
The breakfast is already a foretaste of Asia. Although the buffet also offers toast and waffles with jam, as well as fruit, eggs, and bacon, the majority of the dishes offered would pass as lunch with us. Since we are already jet-lagged and it is already long past noon in New Zealand, we decided to try out the savory dishes. There is Nasi Lemak, a kind of rice porridge that can be topped with nuts, dried fish, and spicy pickled vegetables, a very spicy rice noodle soup, fried rice, and small, savory pancakes with onions. Since we are not the sweetest breakfast eaters anyway, we spontaneously extend this meal to brunch.
We start the sightseeing tour full of promise. David has given us the tip to use the trams, pay only one station, and take the train to the end station once, then ride back and get off at the paid station. This way, you get a good first impression and there is no ticket control in the train. After all, there are no tickets. A small chip is enough here. Before boarding, you place it on the turnstiles, which then swing open. When you get off, you simply insert the small chip back into the turnstile. Around the corner from our hotel is the entrance to the monorail line. So instead of paying for all 8 stations to the end station, we only pay for 3, sit in the wagon, and let ourselves be driven through the city on rails above the streets. And indeed, we see everything that David raved about. Between huge glass-covered skyscrapers are small, colorful temples, the minarets of the mosques rise from the turmoil of smaller buildings, and in the distance, we can see the skyline of the city center.
We simply stay on at the end station, the train turns around and takes us back. We get off near the Central Market and continue on foot. Our first stop is Chinatown, where we admire all sorts of knick-knacks and many high-quality brand bags and clothes at very low prices. How do they do it?!?
After the tour, Laura is richer by a fan because it's hot! And humid. Even now, we are already looking forward to the evening shower, even though we have just started the day.