Seven hours later we arrived at the KL architecturally beautiful railway station built in 1910. It’s an incredible, bustling station with old and modern trains coming and going. Since we are traveling pretty much with no schedule or real plans, we need to find a place to spend the night. I whip out my trusty book from my backpack. While in Seattle I bought a Lonely Planet Southeast Asia travel guide. We didn’t need the whole book so I ripped out the countries we were visiting. No need for additional weight in my backpack.
Andy’s reading about hostels and it looks like the best places to stay are in Chinatown. Best places are usually the cheapest. However, the guide also says, that when they wrote this section the hostels were “infested with bedbugs”. Andy thinks it should be alright by now but I don’t. We head out for a longer walk from the station and try three hostels before finding The Green Hut. We have a double bed, on the third floor by a bathroom. Clean and nice.
Walking around the city are all kinds of people. Mostly Malaysians coming and going to and from work, home or out to eat. Some are tourists and families shopping or seeing the sights. Some women are modestly dressed with a head scarf to the full in-black dress and veil. Some women are walking behind their husbands and sometimes their are two or three women per guy. I most wives I saw was four. I also saw a little guy, probably around two years old holding and playing with a plastic semi-automatic, M-16 toy rifle.
