I love Malaysia! I want to run and yell in the streets: I love you! I love you! I love you!
I walked around and no one stared at me. No one made an attempt to touch me. No one tried to sell me anything. No one said: “Change Money. Buy Postcard. Good Hashish. What country?” No one called me Madam. No one followed me around. No one pointed and laughed. I love this place because everyone is nice, traffic is ordered, no one tries to rip you off and the people are smiling and friendly. Malaysia is paradise!
At the airport there were no rickshaws. No persistent taxi drivers. No hordes of people begging for money. No feces. No cows. No dogs. No goats. There was just peace and quiet and prepaid taxis. Our cab driver was nice. He told us how to get around Kuala Lumpur by LRT and on foot. No one approached us while we were sitting. I love this place. I can feel my sanity slowly coming back.