So I actually counted, while I was bored waiting on a bus from Cameron Highlands to KL. I’ve been to Kuala Lumpur 12 times, now, and still like as much or more than how I felt the first time.
Part of it is the intercultural feel, the temples/mosques/churches all sitting together. The multicultural population that, at least to my travelers’ eyes, get along just as well. Part of it is the food. Western for breakfast, Chinese for lunch, Indian for dinner? You bet. It’s a big and global enough city to host events like the Formula One. Even the beautiful public transit network (and dirt cheap flights out of town on Air Asia) add to it. But there’s something else, too, that I have trouble putting into words.
This photo represents it, somehow, even if I cant explain why. Something about the light at the end of a day when the afternoon rains have finally stopped? Something about the advertisement for Macau, which was such close proximity to home while I was in Shenzhen? Even something about the motorcycle dude at the bottom, driving along while I would normally be ignoring him from my post above-ground on the Monorail (which is, of course, why he wasn’t cropped to oblivion).
I really like this city, and if Hong Kong University doesn’t work out I’d say there’s a very good chance of me relocating here for at least a while.