Kuala Lumpur explored (2): from Pudu to Chinatown

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.

Inside Pudu Wet Market: experiencing authentic Malaysian food preparation

Woke up early. Quickly cobbled together breakfast in the room. Later in town, we’ll have something to eat, first to Pudu Wet Market.

It seems that the Grab driver only manages to find the place after crossing some backstreets. Pudu Market is a so-called wet market. That means it sells fresh produce—fresh fruits and vegetables—but also fresh animals. That means they are brought in alive whenever possible and turned into products on the spot.

I walk through the covered section first. It is a bit stuffy, and there is little light. I attach the flash to my camera. The people are terribly nice. This could certainly be because I am really the only Westerner in that whole market. I walk around with a camera on my belly. Hardly anyone refuses when I ask if I can take a picture. In fact, they often pose with thumbs up and V signs.

There is mostly fish and shellfish, both live and dead. The fish that are not yet dead are killed and cleaned upon request. I see a barrel of large frogs.

At a stand in the corner, live chickens are processed into the bare bodies we know from our store. The chicken is lifted from a crate, and its throat is cut. The dead chicken is thrown into a barrel and a little later, at the follow-up stage, into a container of hot water. This stainless steel barrel is somewhat reminiscent of a centrifuge. It also spins around, but more slowly. So the chicken is put through the hot water for about a minute and then thrown into the plucking machine.

A creepy process to the Westerner, for whom a slaughtered chicken is as sterile a thing as whole wheat bread.

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