The capital of Malaysia
The taxi at the airport in KL was a brand new red and white Nissan. It looked new and it smelled new.
- Congratulations with the new car, I said.
- Thank you, said the driver. - It is only two days old.
- That’s really new!
- And you are the first person to sit in the front passenger seat.
- I am honoured.
We drove through Dr. Mahatir’s Multimedia Super Corridor, a computer and high tech zone consisting mainly of jungle. A building on a hill looked like a UFO. I think of it as Mahatir’s mothership.
I chatted with the driver, a Malay.
- What do you call Westerners in Malay? I asked him. - What do you call people like me?
- PM, said the driver.
- PM?
- Prime Minister.
- Prime Minister?
- Yes.
I dropped the subject.
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January 12th, 2007 at 5:23 am
Prime Minister? How insulting!
January 12th, 2007 at 7:46 am
True. I am used to being addressed as royalty.
January 12th, 2007 at 8:34 am
God I hate KL - had to go there for my Thai visa and stayed 2 nights in just about the worst hotel I have ever stayed in. I’ll spare you the details but although it had no cockroaches, just about everything else that could possibly be wrong was wrong. It’s opposite where the Airport bus drops you off and not avtually far fom the Hilton but millions of miles away in every other respect…..ughhhhhh.