My days in KL were pretty simple and wonderful. During the day which started at times arround 1pm to me I visited different places. The twin tower, the China town, the mini India, the national museum, the bird park, the butterfly park or the king`s palace. They have a king. But only for 5 years. Then they elect an other one from 9 sultans. I was thinking if the sultan became a king at the age 20 he has a chance to be king again in 45 years when he is 65. Cool..:)
But when it came to the night I went out to check Kuala Lumpur`s nightlife. First I was just walking on the street they call BINTANG WALK which is full with pubs, stores, clubs and places which provide you feet massage. You cant avoid them. At every third step they will stop you with huge posters of feet in their hands which shows the areas of the feet like in a Chinese book.
First I entered places randomly. I found a place called `planet hollywood` (what a unique creativity). When I went downstairs and was sitting at the bar drinking a local beer for like 29 malaysian ringit (ca. 8 USD) having an almost totally empty club arround me I felt not this is the place I wanted. I tried some other places also but I experienced the same. After a while I was more careful and I didnt enter any club immediately. I was rather sitting near to it`s entry and I was watching if there is any traffic. There wasnt. So I went home and felt stupid. Here is that huge city and I wasnt able to find a place where people are dancing, having fun and not I am the only person they try to get the daily income from.
Next night I tried again. I went to an other place in the same area where I also didnt experience too large traffic but I was so frustrated that i went to the door to enter the place. A Chinese lady stopped me there asking what did I want.
- I wanna enter the club. - and there was a bit surprise in my voice because what else may i want?
- This is not a club this is a karaoke bar. Do you want to sing?
- I dont know. I just simple wanna check the place out. - I started to feel strange.
- Its ok, but could you change your slippers to shoes, please?
This was the point when I got really angry.
- First, these are sandals not slippers. I would change it with a pleasure if its nessecary but I wont do it for a place which is obviously totally empty. You need shoes I need place to feel good. Non of us have the things we need from each other so bye.
I felt even worse then before. I went home with a lot of anger. I changed my dress I took my shoes and I picked up a few hundred dollars. At the reception they couldnt change it to ringit because it was too late, so I catched a cab and I asked him to take me to a place where I can change money. I was so angry that I told him the whole story while we were searching for a place to change the money.
- Ok mister, after we changed your money I will take you to a place where you will feel good.
And after making circles in the city for money he took me to a street near to the twin-tower which was full with clubs and restaurants. The one he stopped at was called Beach…something. I forgot.
Anyway I entered the place which was obviously full with people. White, malaysian, chinese, indian…all kind of people having a lot of fun, dancing and screaming. Standing in front of it in my shoes and shirt (everybody else was in slippers or sandals) I felt…`ohh yes..thats what I wanted`.
I pushed myself to the bar through the mass and I was impressed by the athmosphere. On the stage a music band was playing and large screens were hanging aside showing the football match Germany-Mexico without voice. Under them immediately above the dancing people large aquariums where hanging having sharks swimming in them. I bought a beer for 18 ringit (and the bartender girl knew what does smile mean) and I went to the most crowded place to the dancing hall.
Once Kata told me that she didnt like at home in Budapest when she entered a dancing club and kept the eyecontact with guys for more then 0,5 second they approached her immediately. So she learned how to avoid eyes in clubs.
Here I had the same experience but with girls. There were lot of girls. Small asian angels with long hair, slim body and special eyes. They were dancing everywhere, moving their slim body like snakes. With my 186 cm I was like a giant there having an overview to the whole place. I felt every eyes on me. And when I looked into the eyes of these small beauties they started to smile immediately. I had the feeling I am a superman, and I am so damn handsome that these girls cant resist to smile to me. But it wasnt like this.:)
Within a few minutes I figured out that most of these girls were prostitutes and as soon as I kept looking at them they came to me, approaching me with questions with touches, and within two minutes they asked if I wanted a girl for tonight.
So just like Kata I had to learn how to avoid eyes, how to see everything in a way not keeping my eyes on things. And I never felt before how good is the usually frustrating game, when I look at a girl and she turn her eyes from me even she is interested. But now I was so happy when I saw a proud lady who was not prostitute and didnt keep looking at me just for a little little moment signing that she saw me but she is not the cheap girl who will give even her sight so easily. `You have do deserve it`.
2009. December 29.