Views From Above and Other Tidbits

We are settling into Malaysia a little at a time. Apparently it gets hot here. Fortunately, one can walk from air-conditioned mall to air-conditioned mall if one wants to avoid the heat. Not much high street shopping here as it is too hot for those with money. The common folk still have street stores to enjoy.
I wish I had a nickel (that's five cents American) for every time Kirsty got a look here by the locals, men and women. The women will glance and look away, the men are rude and stare, front and back. Kind of like walking around with royalty!

Lots of disparity in wealth here as the pictures below show.

Lots of squalor here amidst the high-rises. The gucci section is towards the twin towers, across a major road.

Tenements falling apart, more luxury apartments in the background.

 Some of the folks just throw there garbage out of the window. However, to be fair, they don't toss it on the street, just on the ledge outside the window.

Roof tops of the old shop houses. I am guessing that this is a protected area as some of them are being done up while the rest of the neighborhood is falling apart.

As I am writing this, our local mosque is doing it's call to prayer. Which, by the way, it does about 5 times a day. So we have a 5:30ish alarm clock to help us get up.

 The Mosque.

This sign on the ceiling of hotel rooms point towards Mecca, so one knows which direction to pray.

Saw this sign in a store.

Traffic is a hoot too. Drivers are always on the horn and traffic often resembles a free-for-all.

KL has a nice bus, monorail and elevated train system. There are elevated walkways as well.

 Even the locals know to stay on the traffic island until it is safe. We've had them shake their heads at us to stop and then tell us when it is safe! Speed limits are not followed here either. Lanes are merely a guide, as are one-way streets. I think the Malaysian drivers want to be like the Italian drivers!

The man in the silver van facing you (with the motorcycle behind him), has the green light. He has been snaking his way through, on the horn trying to get across. That big yellow box they are in is supposed to be kept clear unless you can make it all the way through. No one pays that any attention. The box soon clears and then...

The taxi in the foreground then proceeds to stop and leisurely let a fare out, forcing all the drivers coming at you, to careen around him at high speed, dodging traffic in the other lanes, with the horn blaring.

So there!

Peace my friends!