I walk on. In the streets behind the Pudu market, birds and fish are sold. Not for consumption, but as pets, or for decoration perhaps. Long tables along the streets with bags of fish and bird cages.

The Pudu ICC is a place where Malaysians, mostly Chinese, eat breakfast. In a large hall under an apartment building is a huge space. In the middle of the hall are tables to eat and drink at, and along the sides many stores selling various specialty foods. Here too, as the only Westerner, I am a bit conspicuous. I walk around and try to find out how things work here. Not a word of English here. Chinese, Malay here and there.

I order a filter coffee and some kind of fried sweet potato. The coffee is prepared in great haste and too weak. The sweet potato with crispy crust is tasty.

I stroll through the streets in the direction of Bukit Bintang. This is apparently where the print shops are located—one print shop after another. The printing is on the sidewalk. Besides the machines, there is hardly any space in the buildings themselves.

Behind the former Prison Gate, which is recommended in my booklet, is a huge construction site.

I walk on, past the stadium. A very popular boy band from Korea is playing here tonight. Extraordinary that a Korean band can be so popular here. We in the West sometimes hardly know about what goes on in Asia. Like those Bollywood movies that can attract more visitors worldwide in one weekend than their American counterparts. That’s what you have with 1 billion Indians. Then, the Chinese have yet to come. The band plays tonight, but at the entrance to the stadium now, around noon, hordes of excited girls are already walking.

Next to the stadium is another huge construction site.