Getting to the City

Today I am going to talk about my journey into Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning. I would be traveling by train and it would take quite some time to reach the city considering that I live in the outskirts.

The journey would take around 1++ hours. I wanted to be able to capture the sights in the morning. The morning sun gives lights everything up nicely just like a sunset! Only difference is that its a little bit more golden and signifies a grand new start to the day.



Here I am at the train station extremely sleepy. I practically dragged myself up from the bed to the train station, my mom was kind enough to drive me. I can't even hold the camera steady! Hence, the slightly blurry picture.

To get to the station, I had to change to a different train line at this station called KL Sentrel (Kuala Lumpur Central). This station is perhaps the biggest station in Malaysia. You can change to different lines here. Its really convenient. Here its called the Light Rail Transit of LRT which is something like the tube in London.



I am so proud of my fellow Malaysians for lining up! Such a spectacle is normally rare because everybody would normally barge into the train once it got there. So people would have to shoved their way in and out of the train. This is a great improvement!



Ok, so there was these bunch of security guards there giving instructions to the people. I'm still proud of them nonetheless for lining up.

Due to the high petrol prices many people have started taking public transportation. I thought that I would be alone at a deserted station at 6.30 in the morning. But I was wrong! As you can see the place is crowded with people.



It took quite some time for me to get into the train. I had to wait for the next 3-5 trains before I could start boarding. The trains that come in are mostly full already anyway so I had to wait in line.



The train rushes by and screeches to a halt. The door beeps and opens with a hiss. Heads turn and people pick up their stuff, raring to enter the train as if it is a race. I was glad to observe a fellow Malaysian assist another blind person into the train. By doing that, she sacrificed her ride because the doors closed as soon as the blind person got in.



The 20 minutes I spent waiting was not all to waste in my opinion. It was nice watching my fellow Malaysians together living in harmony. Malaysia is consisted of many different races and I am proud to say that we do mesh together really nicely.