I love it
After about 3-4 minutes of walking I look up the road at the KL Tower & the Petronas Towers in the distance as I wait for the lights to change. I cross, and then I'm heading along Jalan Tun Sambanthan towards the office.
I walk fast. Not (usually) because I'm late, or cold (hah!), or just impatient to get to the office. Just because I like walking fast. It feels good. Even though the slow-walkers get in the way a bit.
There's not actually that many people around, and pretty much none of the types that make me nervous walking by myself along the same stretch after dark. It's not hot yet. I'm full of energy. And these kinds of footpaths make me happy.
Between the footpath and the shops & restaurants are wide covered walkways. They remind me of Turkey somehow, though I don't recall seeing any there. I step down to the walkways and power along, stepping up to the footpath only when someone is mopping the walkway in front of their store.
At the moment the footpaths are a bit crowded anyway. Deepavali is coming, and stalls are selling Indian clothing, sweets & biscuits, flowers, and decorations & cards. But not in the part of the morning that belongs to me. There's just plastic strung up around the place, random electrical wires and display cables hanging down here and there. I duck as I walk through, today noticing a dangling fluro tube at the last minute. Man.
When I get to the monorail station I notice how many people are suddenly around, waiting for buses or to cross the road to Sentral. The pedestrian lights must change at least once a minute. But there's always a ton of people waiting there. If the aunty selling breakfast nearby catches my eye I smile and we greet each other. She says "Good Morning!" and I reply "Selamat Pagi!".
Then it's the Indian restaurant on the corner, which seems to me the same as almost every other of the tons in the area. Except that on the occasional day that I don't feel so energetic, I stop there and order a Teh Tarik to go. They know what I will order. They ask anyway if I want breakfast. I tell them I already ate. Again. With my tea in it's little plastic bag, I cover the last 100m to the office. If the security guard is there we exchange smiles. And I head up to the office to begin my work day. A little sad that my walk is over - but happy that I have such an enjoyable start to the day. Nothing special, but somehow I've come to love it.
I walk fast. Not (usually) because I'm late, or cold (hah!), or just impatient to get to the office. Just because I like walking fast. It feels good. Even though the slow-walkers get in the way a bit.
There's not actually that many people around, and pretty much none of the types that make me nervous walking by myself along the same stretch after dark. It's not hot yet. I'm full of energy. And these kinds of footpaths make me happy.
Between the footpath and the shops & restaurants are wide covered walkways. They remind me of Turkey somehow, though I don't recall seeing any there. I step down to the walkways and power along, stepping up to the footpath only when someone is mopping the walkway in front of their store.
At the moment the footpaths are a bit crowded anyway. Deepavali is coming, and stalls are selling Indian clothing, sweets & biscuits, flowers, and decorations & cards. But not in the part of the morning that belongs to me. There's just plastic strung up around the place, random electrical wires and display cables hanging down here and there. I duck as I walk through, today noticing a dangling fluro tube at the last minute. Man.
When I get to the monorail station I notice how many people are suddenly around, waiting for buses or to cross the road to Sentral. The pedestrian lights must change at least once a minute. But there's always a ton of people waiting there. If the aunty selling breakfast nearby catches my eye I smile and we greet each other. She says "Good Morning!" and I reply "Selamat Pagi!".
Then it's the Indian restaurant on the corner, which seems to me the same as almost every other of the tons in the area. Except that on the occasional day that I don't feel so energetic, I stop there and order a Teh Tarik to go. They know what I will order. They ask anyway if I want breakfast. I tell them I already ate. Again. With my tea in it's little plastic bag, I cover the last 100m to the office. If the security guard is there we exchange smiles. And I head up to the office to begin my work day. A little sad that my walk is over - but happy that I have such an enjoyable start to the day. Nothing special, but somehow I've come to love it.
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