Early morning here is a nice time to let your senses come back down to earth. The cool air and quiet streets feel like a semibreve in the allegro piece that is Kuala Lumpur. It is the deep, calm breath between the frenetic days and nights, with a passing resemblence to a scene out of the movie Blade Runner. Like all good directors cuts, this is a new, edgier shot from the same place I took one a few days ago.
The place where KL was founded and the meaning of its name (muddy confluence); the meeting of the rivers Klang and Gombak. The first settlers camped here and trekked through the jungle to mine tin near the modern-day suburb of Ampang. The rivers are still here and still muddy; the miners are here only in the legacy of the city that remains and their many Telegraph Roads. The site is home to the oldest mosque in Kuala – Masjid Jamek (far right), known locally as the Friday Mosque. The moorish-inspired Sultan Abdul Samad building (left) is also suitably grand.
Speaking of Kings, if the words “I will not let the white city fall” give you goosebumps you’ll enjoy looking at this building (Kompleks Dayabumi). It seems like it could have been transplanted straight from Minas Tirith. Did I mention it is quite tall? When completed in 1984 it was the tallest building in KL. Now it is nowhere near the top ten.