Just realised that I forgot to document the rest of Day Four – Thursday (16 March). After my class, I hopped into a cab to go to KLCC. The taxi driver was a garrulous sort who literally started talking as soon as I got in, and didn’t stop until he dropped me off. Towards the end of the trip my end of the conversation consisted of just “uh huh, oh really, yes” (in Cantonese) and I wasn’t paying much attention at all.
KLCC was really crowded. I’d thought of having lunch there, but I changed my mind because practically every restaurant was packed, with lines and lines of people. I spotted the pretzel place that M and I had come across back in ’03 when we were last in KL, and had a cinnamon sugar pretzel for lunch instead.
I went straight to Kinokuniya – and had this “ahhhhh” feeling when I walked in. However, the KL branch isn’t as big, nor is the stock anywhere near as extensive as the Orchard Road, Singapore, shop. I still had a good time looking around though, and ended up spending some 200 ringgit – bought mainly dictionaries. Also found the Times bookshop and bought a couple of books there.
I didn’t do particularly well in terms of book purchases this time. I was very cautious because I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to fit them all in my luggage. I ended up with:
- Kamus peribahasa kontemporari by Ainon Mohammad and Abdullah Hassan
- Chengyu ci dian: Han-Ying dui zhao (Chinese idioms and their English equivalents) by Chen Yongzhen and Chen Xisi
- Kamus seerti Bahasa Melayu (Malay thesaurus) by Abdullah Hassan and Ainon Mohammad
- Basic guide to Chinese genealogy by Danny Boey
- Jia Ya shi ji: Wo de qing chun jiao niao (Collection of poetry by Jia Ya: Little bird of my youth)
- Xin Hua xin ci yu ci dian (Xin Hua dictionary of neologisms)
- The Chinese dilemma by Ye Lin-Sheng
- Malaysian short stories edited by Lloyd Fernando
- Kangxi zi dian 康熙å—å…¸ Qing dynasty dictionary that I have long coveted!
- Town boy by Lat
Found a music shop which was selling DVDs of old P Ramlee movies. I had no idea which movie the song Bila Mama Pakai Celana appeared in, and the people in the shop didn’t know either – so I just chose three. Unfortunately I don’t think I chose correctly:
Still, they’ve been fun to watch!
When I got back to the hotel it poured with rain and the thunder and lightning was spectacular. Actually, now I think about it, it rained every day at around the same time in the early evening the whole week I was there, really heavy rain that an umbrella would have been useless against. D and I had arranged to meet up at his hotel (less than five minutes down the road from my hotel) at 7pm, and luckily it stopped raining long enough for me to walk there. There was a big open monsoon drain on the way to the hotel, and it was full with rushing torrents of brown water – if anyone fell in they would have been injured or even killed, for sure.
We decided to go to Petaling Street in the city, but it started raining again so we had quite a wait for a cab – we sat in the hotel lobby and talked shop, comparing notes about the trip so far. When we finally got there Petaling Street was the same as ever – full of stalls selling everything from tropical fruit and kitschy souvenirs to pirated movies, fake Louis Vuitton bags, and Rolexes, and lots of t-shirts. There were also a lot of fake MontBlanc pens – even fountain pens! – but I didn’t manage to get any because at around 9:30pm all the pirated goods vendors started packing up and literally running away.
Apparently someone had tipped them off that “enforcement” (the police, I suppose) were coming to do a raid. It was quite amusing to watch these guys dashing around frantically lugging their boxes of DVD covers and huge racks filled with fake Adidas shoes… We didn’t actually see any police around (Aunty T told me later that they would have been in plain clothes), but the tip off meant that about half the vendors fled the street in a split second, so everything quitened down and a lot of the other “legit” vendors also left not long after.
All in all it was an interesting day.
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Reading your travel notes makes me long to be back home CW. How I would love to ride the Putra LRT again, no matter how packed like a sardine can it may be.. and the people.. and the weather.. all things Malaysian..
I could just imagine (hear) your convo with the cabbie. Hehe…
Your trip sounded great, sort of makes me want to go ‘home’, too.
Hang in there Israd!
Cherry, you should take a trip back! I bet it would be very interesting for you 🙂