Malaysia is the only truly multicultural place that I have visited. There are so many different languages, faces, beliefs, and customs here, that sometimes I get confused as to which country I am actually visiting.

We wandered around Little India, turned down offers of bollywood DVD’s, passed piles of Indian sweets and ate delicious tandoori chicken.

Even the alleycats fit in.

It is Sunday morning, and I am ready to eat. Maybe Kaya bread, egg and Kopi, maybe yum cha with chinese tea, or maybe Roti Canai. Or maybe all of the above.

This entry was posted on Saturday, January 17th, 2009 at 5:06 pm and is filed under Malaysia.