My time in Kuala Lumpur is about. I fly back tonight. This time I've written so much. That was simply because I was on a somewhat lazy, on the other hand, that I have not spent so much free time here. All my free days I spent in Jakarta and I've already written about it much.
I promise I'm on my next trip back and give me even more diligent effort. Pioneer's honor!

It is thought hardly possible. Here I am a Muslim country. In a country where everyone is automatically a Muslim Malay at birth and where the waste from the "true faith" is threatened with imprisonment. Nevertheless, the Weinachsterror in stores is just as bad as in D-land. All malls full of "Christmas trees" in front of where you shoot each other with enthusiasm. Constant tooting of Christmas music. Lots of people with red pointed caps, and "Christmas-Super-Special-Offers" in all stores.

There seems to be a habit in my travels that the planned re-entry times will never be met. This time was the flight back to the 7th Scheduled in December. It has been Copied quite early that this is not keeping well. So I called for Lufthansa to rebook the flight. A week later would be quite good, so the 14th The friendly lady on the phone told me that the next possible flight from the 14th was not until 19 December. That was me then but a little late. So I did look at the preceding days. 12th was still possible and the 13th with Austrian Airlines, but with a rather silly flying time in the middle of the night.
Oh well. So the 12th taken.
The week before, it became apparent that would not be the rich, since they work on Thursday and Friday was not possible. So I called again on the 13th and changed.
For the weekend I had planned to fly to Jakarta on Monday morning and back again. So I was in the airline office and bought tickets from AirAsia. "Back to Jakarta on Saturday morning and Monday morning," I said the lady.
On Saturday morning I sat at the airport and look at my booking for the flight back to Germany. Suddenly a lot to me: 13 December 0:50 clock is not much better than 12 December 20:50. Is indeed the same night. While certainly the next day, but really is not better. If I had not yet looked on it again, I would be on 13 appeared shortly before midnight at the airport. One day too late. So called again. With luck and a lot of looking, I have a flight for 17 December 20:50 to get. Probably the last free place before Christmas. The 19th was now full.
Well. It was clarified. So come to Jakarta. Was a nice weekend. On Monday morning, got up at 4:00, at 5:00 am arrived at the airport check-in. The look in her list, on my ticket back to the list, again on the ticket: "Sorry, you have a flight for tonight 18:50 clock." I said: "Can not be!" Look at my ticket too. Indeed! Somehow I had bought the week before the wrong ticket. I had indeed said "Monday morning", but you should just look at the ticket again when you receive it. I've discussed a bit, but to change the flight was not possible. Oh great!
Well, the accident was within bounds. In Kuala Lumpur was on this Monday holiday. I had only learned on Friday because I had already bought the tickets. If I had known it beforehand, I would have bought anyway for Monday evening. Was only angry, the lost sleep and I had already checked out from the hotel. Was then again a very nice day in Jakarta.

Today I took the opportunity yet again, something to look me in KL. Malaysia is indeed something similar to small in all of Asia. Here live Malays, Chinese and Indians. Accordingly, it is of course relevant KL city neighborhoods such as Little India and Chinatown. That's what I wanted but then I look at it again. Like everything else you can reach the public with the best transportation. Both are immediately adjacent. Practically, one on a side street in "India" and the other in "China".
In Chinatown, there is the largest market for counterfeit goods, which I have ever seen. These natural to eat a lot. We have here in KL practically to choose between all kinds of Asian food.
It is interesting how to communicate in this country. The official language is "Bahasa Malaysia". This is indonesian very similar. Apparently, the talks here but hardly any. Maybe the Malays among themselves, but otherwise it is not really so far. Slang is mostly English. Whereby the difference is quite significant. The debate, the Indians I've gotten this by now a bit. Actually sounds a bit like the Indians of Kaya Jana. The Chinese have a much getting used to pronunciation and mumble quite terribly. They also speak somehow a terrible gibberish between Malay, Chinese dialects and some English. English is the worst of the Malays. Since it is already partly hard to communicate with a taxi driver.
On main taxi ride here is something else again. To get a taxi on the street is not easy. If you have then found one times, is still far from certain, that also goes to where you want to go and despite the metered price is often negotiable. For me it has proven to be best if you know the usual price. When the taxi driver wants to have more, you can simply stand him. Comes even after then, and then drives a well at this price. The negotiation of the price also has a clear advantage. The driver then takes the shortest path. With the meter's can sometimes be ne city tour.