A Series Of Unfortunate Events In Kuala Lumpur
My night in Kuala Lumpur and why I’m screaming to get me out.
I hardly even stepped foot into Kuala Lumpur and already I wanted out.
Big cities are not my thing. They’re so busy, generally dirtier, full of skyrise buildings, and have way too many people! Having to fight your way through crowds is of little interest to me, and once you’ve seen one big building you’ve seen them all. Give me a secluded beach town any day.
It’s no wonder that Kuala Lumpur has driven me crazy in only a few short hours of being here.
This is just an overnight transit (thank God!) on my way to Boracay. When I first booked my flights and realised I had an overnight stay here I was excited,I thought I’d take it as an opportunity to explore another city.
Let me tell you, seeing the airport has been enough and I most definitely won’t be rushing back.
It probably doesn’t help that I’m super tired, and sore. This is self inflicted after partying hard at my favourite music festival yesterday, but there was no way I was going to miss that. I suppose I can’t complain too much, but even if I wasn’t in my current state I don’t think I’d like it here.
Thankfully my travel agent had talked me into booking a hotel room, and I didn’t even have to leave the airport grounds to get to it. Big tick. (It’s a Tune Hotel, in case you ever have an overnight stop here and need a bed).
Firstly, getting out of the airport. What a frenzy. I’ve been in big airports before – JFK, Heathrow, Roma Termini – but I’ve never witnessed anything like this. The masses of people, there’s no such thing as personal space or queuing here. If you’re not willing to push and shove your way through the crowd, you’re never getting out. Thankfully this is something I’m good at, I’ll thank my mosh pit experiences for that skill. Somehow it all works and runs smoothly though. Organized chaos at its finest, and I still got out of there quicker than I’ve ever gotten out of our teeny Perth airport which is so ill equipped it’s not funny. (I love my city, but man our airport needs work!!)
Tired and hungry I was looking forward to a shower, room service, and bed.
Second frustration. There is no room service, it’s a convenient hotel service pretty much just to provide a bed for the night. They have a 7/11 right downstairs though, so I thought I was sorted. I took my things upstairs and came back down for a noodle soup cup.
Third frustration. They only take cash!!! How is that convenient? Majority (I’d even go as far as to say ALL) of the people staying at this hotel are in transit so why would we be carrying MYR on us when we wont be here for long?
How do you get money out? You have to go back through the airport. In the end I found a curry house that looked far more appealing than the 7/11 anyway. Winning!
Fourth frustration. I thought I was quite the Asian food coinesseur. Turns out kuey teow here is a lot spicier than home. But it still tasted pretty good.
Fifth frustration. Mouth on fire I decided to try my luck at a bigger convenience store that does take eftpos so I could buy a bottle of water. They needed you to spend a certain amount and while I turned around to grab one more item to meet the requirement some lady took over my counter. It was past midnight by this point and I was super tired so this really bugged me and I walked out. Now I’m lying in bed and really thirsty and frustrated at myself for being so frustrated in the first place.
Let’s just say, I won’t be rushing back to Kuala Lumpur anytime soon.
On the plus side: I’m showered and refreshed, wearing my new Peter Alexander pjs I scored in yesterday’s sales, and I’m a few hours closer to arriving in Boracay Island paradise (and seeing my boyfriend).
Now I better get some shuteye. Goodnight.