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

One would hardly think it 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 droning 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 return journey times will never be met. This time was the flight back to the 7th Planned in December. It has been Copied quite early on 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 look, I turned on 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, because work on Thursday and Friday was not possible. So I called again and 13 on the changed.
For the weekend I had planned to fly to Jakarta on Monday morning and back again. So I was in the airline AirAsia's office and bought tickets. "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 actually 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 Shortly before midnight, appeared 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.
Gut. It was clarified. So come to Jakarta. Was a great weekend. On Monday morning, got up at 4:00, arrived at 5:00 am at the airport check-in. The look in their list, on my ticket back to the list, again on the ticket, "Excuse me, you have a flight tonight to 18:50 clock." I said, "Maybe!" Look at my ticket too. Indeed! Somehow I had bought the week before the wrong ticket. Although I'd say "Monday morning", but you should just look at the ticket again when you receive it. I've discussed a little bit, but to change the flight was not possible. Oh great!
Well, the disaster was limited. 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 earlier on, I would have bought anyway for Monday evening. Trouble was only the lost sleep and I had already checked out from the hotel. Was then again a very nice day in Jakarta.

Today I still sometimes used the opportunity to me something to look into KL. Malaysia is indeed something similar to Asia in the small. 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 right next to each other. 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 agreements are made in this country. The official language is "Bahasa Malaysia". This is very similar to the Indonesian. Apparently, the talks here but hardly any. Maybe the Malays among themselves, but otherwise it is not really so far. Slang is mostly English. Which also differs quite significantly. On the pronunciation of an Indian, I am indeed now have a little used to it. Actually sounds much 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. The worst is the English of the Malays. Since it is already partly hard to communicate with a taxi driver.
In general taxi ride is here again quite different. To get a taxi on the street is not easy. If you then find a time is far from certain that the leaves also 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, it simply allowed to stand. Then comes behind and already drives a then also at that price. The negotiation of the price also has a clear advantage. The driver then takes the shortest route. With the meter's can sometimes be ne city tour.