2008. When I got to know about my dad’s transfer to Malaysia, despite of the fact that i was in 5th grade, I researched and collected everything about Kuala Lumpur seeming almost like a US army official preparing for a mission in, say, Afghanistan.
The next 4 months were utter chaos. Rooms, cupboards and our brains went haywire. Finally the day came..
2009. We landed in KL and on our ride from the airport to our house I was unable to let the feeling, that we were going to live here, to set in. Firstly, the car being a mercedes was constantly referred to as ‘our car’; secondly, the house was way above my expectations with a breath-taking view of the petronas towers ( as you can see in the picture above). It felt like I was going through a ‘life goals’ situation.
For an year or so that we lived there, i used to have a diary with me where ever I went and I used to note down all the malay words with their meanings in english. I concentrated on the way the malay spoke. Their currency. Their clothing. Religion. Absolutely everything which would bring me closer to understanding their life.
My school was an american high school, a school as liberal as you could think of. Photography, music and gym classes were equally important as those of science and math.
We went on quite a lot of road trips to many new places like Genting highlands, malacca, putra jaya etc. All we had to carry was a GPS system and we were all set.
Basically i would like to conclude by saying that I was a little too small that time to actually think of the place as a traveller and explore more, but I am happy with what I did and this is just from my experience as a 10yrs old.
All in all, malaysia is a paradise for shopoholics, car lovers, concrete jungle dwellers, party people and ofcourse travellers.
Here, expect the unexpected.