I’m sitting in my small room, fan whirring to circulate air, window open with the sounds and smells of Chinatown intoxicating. It’s very hot, and there seems to be no escape from heat and humidity aside from guzzling water or becoming a mallrat and basking in the aircon.
What can I say about KL? After more than a month and a half of travelling, I’d still say it’s the food that I enjoy the most. I’ve eaten endless roti canai, the often oily, soft thin bread dipped in masala, for breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner too. I love it. I’ve had various curries, sweet and sour chicken, kung po chicken, and a massive claypot chicken rice. All just fucking brilliant, and honestly the reason I wanted to travel through Southeast Asia.