Day 1: The foods have eyes
Trip Start Jul 25, 2011
25Trip End Sep 01, 2011
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The cultural shock of the first hours was a bit intense. After a very long and turbulent AirAsia flight from Paris Orly (so turbulent that at some point I actually wanted it to land no matter how or when), I just needed to get out of the madness and find a bed, immediately. Yeah, who would have thought that flying 14 hours on a low-cost carrier would have been tiring.
Problem is that I didnt realize how far the LCCT terminal was from the rest of the city, so it took me a while (about forty local minutes) to figure out how to get out of the area. So.... let's hop on the direct train to the KL Sentral station? That's what a tourist would do, silly. Let's jump on that bus with the dark windows and no internal lights as the locals do. And fall asleep while at it. And here I am writing this thing, quite surprised I made it out with both my kidneys left.
Lulled into coma by Laura Pausini, who apparently sings also in Malay on the local radio, woke up right into the city center. The hostel I booked is located right in the middle of the local Chinatown district. There are masses of fellow tourists-mostly Koreans- making me feel a bit less out of place than usual. The locals are pretty nice, havent been stared at enough to tell whether they are busy or just plain uninterested in you, which is refreshing if you're familiar with the way other people look at westerners like they have 3 eyes or something in places like India.
Being quite hungry and soaked wet, the first thing to do after checking in and showering was looking for food. On the way to the Petronas towers (yep, as touristy as you can be) decided to give a try to local food and took a bowl of what looked as a rice soup with plenty of spices in a quite packed restaurant.
Being the completely ignorant Italian that never heard about Malay food before, ordered the most innocent sounding dish, Nasi Lemak. Quite good, at least until I had this brilliant idea of dumping the whole side box of apparently delicious fried fish into the main course. It turned out being nothing but fish eyes. A whole bunch of tiny dried anchovies' heads.
Now imagine you're having a meal and all of sudden the animals that you have murdered are all of sudden staring at you from another dimension: Dante's fish hell got nothing on these little dried guys. It's not pretty to eat food that stares right into your soul, how would you like that?
At least the purple-green dessert smelling of bleach didnt try to interact in any way, being too busy tearing a new hole into the ozone layer.
After such an inspiring meal...nothing, just too jetlagged to do anything fun. See you tomorrow people, it gets better.
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