Everyday Malaysia

It has been suggested that my posts paint an unrepresentative portrait of everyday life in Malaysia.  I have added some pictures here to give a sense of some of the more ordinary aspects of Malaysian life.





Hanging clothes outside is the most common way to dry clothes. 

  


A wet market is where you can go to buy very fresh meat and vegetables.  The cage to the left of the meat holds a live cat!

 

I just cannot get used to the fish smell.



Pretty fresh....raw chicken sitting on top of the live chicken cages.




I wanted to buy a locally made blow gun from this street vendor.  They told me that they are made and used by the near by aborigines.  I thought it was a gimmick.



The guy that sold me the blow gun insisted on demonstrating it to me.  He pointed the blow gun out of the store, over the road, and up into the jungle.  If you look closely, you can see a small foam target in the jungle.  He barely missed it and wasn't trying very hard.  I decided maybe it wasn't a gimmick.



We pass this hotel every week on the way to church.  They claim to be the cheapest hotel in town at $6/night.  I question the accuracy of this claim as well as the wisdom of the marketing strategy.




This is where we go to church.  There is no parking so we have to park at a nearby hotel and walk about 1/4 mile along the street to get to it.  After a few months, Kristen could make the walk without crying.



A picture of our church (baby blue in the back ground) from the parking garage.




Petaling street, aka China town.  This is where folks (mostly tourists) come to buy knock-off goods





During the week I normally eat with my co-workers at the near by street vendors.  For my birthday, Kristen agreed to eat with me at one of my favorite street vendors.  We did not blend in very well.





Behind these cars is one of my regular lunch venues.




Walking back from lunch...watch your step.




Another lunch favorite.



The scooter street vendor comes in many forms.  This is one of my favorites.  After satisfying an area, off to the highway, canopy up, to find another customer base.




The pedestrian is the lowest class of citizen in Malaysia.  Here, Kristen chickened out as the rest of us crossed the road.  We patiently waited (and took pictures) while she chose her moment.




A ride in the subway.  Unfortunately, the subway broke down and we were all stuck in the tunnel!