I went, again, to the plantations in the district of Sepang in Malaysia. There’s really nothing here for a city-loving tourist. Fortunately for me, I am not in love with Kuala Lumpur. So left the house at 0930 hours and two hours later I was standing in the middle of nowhere. The weather was perfect, wind whipping my body, the cooling rain and the fresh air. I make regular rural trips, a retreat from the madness of the city. Lunch[...]
It is a heavy burden nowadays to find a decent taxi driver who won’t charge you heaven and earth for a 15-minute ride through the normal rush hour in Kuala Lumpur – weekday or weekend. On second thoughts I should not use the word “decent” when referring to the notorious Malaysian taxi drivers. Quite an idiotic bunch, greedy pirates on wheels racing through busy streets, looking for an unfortunate prey who’s desperate enough to pay insane prices to get home[...]
After a week of running around the city and the rural plantation in Selangor, I had a few hours of leisure time, blessings for this unfortunate soul. Sat down comfortably in my chair at the porch, almost lost in a day dreaming episode. The heat wave has been brutal, my garden seems to thrive in such blistering humid pleasure. My memory took me to Thailand. Missing the excitement of the adventures, travelling into cities and into the countryside. Undeniably I[...]
Blisteringly hot, madness. It is the type of heat that is unbearable, mixed with a overdose of humidity. When you inhale, you could almost feel the water vapor going into your nostrils, down your dry throat, and spreads across your lungs. Similar to the act of drowning except you’re not submerged in water. Yesterday was merciful, the Storm came thunderously in Her primal rage. She tore through Malaysia, flashes of lightning, unstoppable. The rain pounding, the thunder roar down upon[...]
The heat wave is stifling hot in Malaysia. My friends in Thailand report the same, though the humidity here is crushing – suffocating which drains the energy and leaves one hallow. My journey took me to a plantation, some 17 kilometers from a small town called Bagan Lalang. The palm oil plantation was almost in the middle of nowhere, the weather was terrible. Surrounded by tall trees and ferns, I walked with my young guide, armed with a backpack and[...]
Feast your eyes on what was reported and what was censored. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, activism, Bersih, Censorship, Freedom, Human Rights, Malaysia
Last year, I met this young man from Borneo – Benny specializes in tattoos, not merely a job for him, he loves crafting his art. A master, extremely talented and skillful with his creativity and hands. I visited him a second time in February this year, after an 8-month absence, to get another tattoo. Something I wanted him to do. Two tattoos from Benny. I plan for the third, soon I hope. Benny, Thumbs-up AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional[...]
Mighty majestic trees are wondrous creations. I love the trees, towering to the heavens, living for a few hundred years. Yet besides the poverty in Kuala Lumpur, Mother Earth is ignored in the consuming corporate rat-race to build the tallest tower, biggest building and eventually being moronic in the process. Undeniably Kuala Lumpur is far more organised than Bangkok or Manila, however it lacks the zeal of appreciation to life, and the city dwellers care not of Mother Earth. c [...]
A video made by a Malaysian. The illusion that shrouds Malaysia now reveals the truth –> Malaysians cannot sit around, complacent anymore. The upcoming elections must be freed from the tyrannical grips of a fearful government, and the madness of corruption. Do we have any other choice to be free? AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website[...]
Kuala Lumpur. There’s a rising phenomenon for tourists and locals alike to visit the commercial centre of the city, mainly to submerge in the shopping mania. I don’t fully understand why people would want to shop in this part of town, with the high prices and irritating traffic clogging the roads. Unless of course one is looking at an opportunity to rub shoulders with the ultra elite of Malaysian society. You can find small pockets of traditional homes and privacy[...]
Two boys taking a break Legs feeling tired, but eagerly waiting for the LRT to arrive. LRT is the cheapest mode of transport (though limited access) around some parts of Kuala Lumpur. Can’t trust the taxi drivers who are infamously known for not using the meter and taking their customers around the city » basically a murderous rip-off. Two boys, as tired as me, chatting on the floor. I noticed that Thailand extensively promotes their “Amazing Thailand” in Malaysia ~[...]
Travelling across Malaysia’s capital – Kuala Lumpur. Invigorating walk. An old mosque, Masjid Jamek, stood unsteadily near a river, surrounded by buildings and the annoying honks of the never-ending traffic. A handful of street vendors selling fruits and cooling drinks, partly hiding in the shades away from the blistering sun. And my travels take me further… AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of[...]
The walk in Kuala Lumpur was not that bad, though the humidity was always a problem *grumble* I passed by a dozen ugly-looking colorful trees, a complete mockery to Mother Nature. The trees are made from wire, plastic, steel, bulbs and an odd-assortment of man-made contraction. Check out the sign board, not an encouraging thought ~ being electrocuted by a tree in Malaysia. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response[...]
