In my opinion Malaysia is the country in South East Asia that is most like Australia. I’ve heard more Australian accents here than I care to. Both countries drive on the same side of the road, and there are many more cars than motorbikes here. And that multicultural thing. Yes. But if you take a moment to look up, things are not as they seem.

That Tiger in your hand may have been bought for a Sydney price, you may be hearing a thick Aussie accent ordering Lack-sa, but you are far away from all the comforts of home. Happily. But here you can order milo with your meal, fo’ real.

English is prevalent, gum is allowed and we recognise some food from home, satay anyone? But look around and realise that you are somewhere very different, somewhere with non-existant OH&S rules.

Beautiful Islamic architecture dominates KL, domes, stars and towers, well maintained and intricately decorated. Read more about it here. I love the way that it looks, but feel a little uncomfortable when government building could be mistaken for places of worship.

Look up, wipe the sweat from your eyes and it is obvious that you aren’t in Australia anymore. Happily.

Taken out the window of my surprisingly ritzy hotel.