Thank goodness we caught a bus into KL as the traffic is plentiful and fierce. A couple of hardy souls rode the 150kms in, but not for me. Then again, they're the ones who found riding into Phnom Penh "exhilarating" and Bangkok, "thrilling".
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| Walli, the complete athlete |
A few more kms on the bike through pleasant Malaysian rolling hills and rural vistas. We have spent a night in Ipoh and another in Teluk Intan. Neither place was particularly interesting or pleasant, although there is a leaning tower in the latter city. Getting out of Ipoh involved a 20km plus conga line as we dodged and darted through the morning traffic.
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| Monks go shopping in Petaling St |
We are staying close to Petaling Street in Chinatown in this city, so have been accosted by many handbag, t-shirt and watch sellers. Street food vendors are selling anything from satay, to roast chestnuts, to fruit. A walk through one of the nearby wet markets revealed caged chooks waiting their fate, cats cashing in on unattended fish for sale and rats galore, running hither and thither.
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| Lucky puss |
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| Roast chestnuts |
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| The poultry seller |
The highlight for Kendy and me was meeting a former government worker on the monorail. It began as a Shakespeare quoting conversation rounded off over lunch in Little India - his shout - and a few rounds of his favourite Nat King Cole and Doris Day songs. What a serendipitous pleasure. He spends his days riding the trains, walking around and eating out. 'It keeps me fit,' he said.
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| Our friend, Rashid |
Five more riding days and another rest day, this time in Meleka, before we ride into Singapore. My fellow riders are tired in the main and looking forward to the final destination. And I can't wait for my first mouthful of a cold Singapore Sling at Raffles.
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