Kuala Lumpur Travel Writing

As that sweet tropical air flew into my nose, my eyes captivated the beauty of the southern hemisphere which wasn't hard to do despite it being midnight. I had arrived in Malaysia; home to some of the most eloquent species of plants and animals on the planet and I was raring to snorkel in the South China Sea with endless kinds of fish, see the majestic Malayan tiger and visit one of Malaysia’s renowned elephant sanctuaries.                  
Kuala Lumpur is the capital of Malaysia, and in the local language the name means 'muddy confluence', a fitting description of the two rather brown rivers that meet in the city center. KL, as the city is known to its diverse neighborhood, has a population of almost 2 million people which is small; relative to other capitals, but what KL lacks in size of population, it makes up for with the remarkable skyscrapers which sprout like a nuclear flower bed, in and around the strong beating heart of the city and promise to make the skyline even more impressive. On top of all, the magnificence of the Malayan twin towers or the ‘Petronas Towers’ is unbeatable due to the symmetrical perfection and sheer size of them.
I was boggled as to why my mum had insisted on packing our water proofs because I naively related Malaysia with eternal summer weather but you don’t know rain until you feel the wrath of the Malayan monsoons. I was suddenly thankful for her wisdom as we sprinted for shelter in the street stalls; each one radiated tradition and character. I am one of many people who usually cannot stand street stalls with bartering owners ripping tourists off but in KL, many people rely on it to feed their family’s which traditionally are often bigger than average UK households. The sellers are sincere and friendly which makes their merchandise much more attractive and shopping much more pleasant. The locals’ friendliness and warmth causes tourists to feel more sympathy when the police come and have to close some of the stalls which are...