A lot of our time in Kuala Lumpur was spent hanging out around the Central Market. The main reason was the food court on the first floor where we could try new Malay or Indonesian dishes, or hanker after familiar Thai or Chinese favourites, all under one roof.
There was none of our usual wandering around a new city getting ever hungrier as one or the other of us dismissed the other’s dinner choice based on price or preference. Instead, I enjoyed the respectable prices and variety of dishes at the food court, while Deirdre headed to nearby Chinatown’s Tang City Food Court; a delightfully grubby place where a bowl of noodle soup could be got from an indoor stall for the equivalent of a pound – providing you were prepared to forget the rat seen sliding down the wall and under that same stall the previous night.
For that noodle soup – the best she’d had, she said – Deirdre was prepared to forget but I wasn’t. I treated Tang City as a bar, a relatively cheap place to drink beer, purloin free cider samples and people watch as Deirdre slurped down her noodles. It was here that we figured out I like dive bars and better restaurants, while Deirdre prefers things the other way around.
We were fortunate that our time in KL coincided with the 1 Malaysia Lantern Tourism Festival. A low key affair on a small stage outside the Central Market each night saw a free demonstration of local dance, martial arts or other diversion. It provided us with a cheap dinner and a show almost every evening of our twelve days in the city.
After each event tourists were invited on stage to have their photo taken with the performers. As neither of us are fans of having our photos taken I instead took the opportunity to photograph people taking photos of their friends and family: