Fresh of the plane at KLIA, my Teksi driver says ‘Sir, you look tired – here try some of these’ as he hands me a non-descript jar of equally non-descript white pills. He then says ‘these will wake you up, I take them all the time’ – as he is driving 130kmph down the freeway.
The thing that I love about KL is the true diversity of cultures, nestled into a single city. You can find anything here if you take deep breath, open up and look around.
There is nothing like being surprised by two 6ft ladies suddenly appearing from the bushes on a Saturday night, making reccomendations in a masculine sounding voice ‘Mr, come with us – we show you good time’. I’ve always wondered what good time I missed out on by NOT following.
Or take the man selling toys and bright coloured flashing things that fly into the air in central KL, which then hands you a business card ‘Mr
One thing I have learnt here is the universal rule – never short change a Taxi driver, no matter where you are around the world. Taxi drivers live and breath a city, knowing exactly what happens and what doesnt. Example; I asked a driver I was using to pick my up from CyberJaya around 8pm last Friday. I worked later than expected and didnt call him until 9pm. He mentioned to me on the way back that he was waiting near where I was staying; so I wondered does he just hang out near where I was staying, or was he waiting to see if I appeared with another driver?
Only in KL…