To Malacca recall memories
Malacca is located 150 km from Kuala Lumpur. This used to be a strategic outpost of the Great Empire, after two passes from the Dutch and the East Indies of the Netherlands.
The Malacca place guarded the arterial line of the South Asian colonial system. Legend has it that the famous marine restaurant Trinh Hoa of Minh Trieu once visited this historic convergence point.
I could not reach the Portuguese fortress, but somewhere along the road, I caught black and rusty black cannon scattered. A hundred years of ruins here, proving how the law of time has permeated.
More than half a century before the French-Spanish coalition hit Da Nang (1858), Napoleon's French navy once conducted colonial exploration through the Strait of Malacca. However, the British outpost system prevented this ocean adventure.
The day I arrived, Malacca citadel was brilliant in the afternoon sun. Green history still lurks inside orange-colored houses, a ground floor, along the old town.
Stepping through the brick floor, staying at the base of the Chinese people, I saw the high green cage shining down into the sky well. Somewhere on the ancient roofs, a crow sounded enough to startle the traveler.
Domestic cars run in the streets of Malacca
On the roads through the old town, I also saw BMW, Mercedes, Toyota, Audi, Volkswagen, Honda running together with the two domestic automakers Proton and Perodua.
Proton cars cost from 35,000 – 130,000 ringgit (range 200 million to 730 million). Perodua is more prosperous, priced at around 22,000 – 90,000 ringgit (range 123 million to 500 million VND).
However, Proton is expected to soon regain its form in the Malaysian market thanks to shaking hands with a familiar friend – China. Before cooperating with Proton, Chinese firm Geely bought Volvo from Ford. In Kuala Lumpur, Volvo and Proton, there is also a space for showrooms facing the main street front.
Half salted egg also listed prices
Journey from Kuala Lumpur to the ancient city of Malacca to visit the 150km Mahkota hospital. In the middle of the highway, we stopped at the station for about 15 minutes.
At the stops, the Malaysian government controlled the general price level. A Coke can sell here at 7 Eleven convenience store in Kuala Lumpur, about 2.5-2.7 ringgit (VND 14,000). However, this popular drink is placed in the inner area.
The most privileged location is reserved for automatic drinks cabinets, displaying all domestic goods such as chrysanthemum, soybean, custard, tamarind juice, flute … At times, Red Bull and Nestle have just broken their feet. some products.
The price listing story on products and services seems to become the principle of immutable in this country market. A fried egg and half a salted egg at the stop only cost 1 ringgit (VND 5,600) publicly listed.
Small value food is also posted at the stop
Publicly post prices for products made by many Malaysian businesses
When the car departed from the Kuala Lumpur suburb for about 5 minutes, I saw old-new apartments interlacing, running along the high-speed axis. In Kuala Lumpur, it seems impossible to find a Vietnamese-style "town house".
According to the facilitator, the Malayisa government stipulates that any housing construction project must ensure a proportional amount of products to help middle-income people have access. In Vietnam, we have the concept of "social housing" and a credit package of VND 30,000 billion.
Although Kuala Lumpur is witnessing the emergence of large construction sites and a series of high-rise buildings growing alongside the old architecture, their overall urban and suburban infrastructure planning is quite scientific.
Walking between buildings with delicate morphology, visitors do not feel overwhelmed. Green and low-rise spaces that play a transitional role are constantly appearing to ease the pressure on a "compressed city" that is about to cross the railroad line.
From the Pullman glass door, the headquarters of the MHTC or the prevention room SunMed looks out, we always see the harmonious scenery as shown in the picture.
Paper straws for Mojito cups and stories in the light of Pavilion
After returning to Pullman, I had to settle my work until 9 pm. I decided to bring my laptop to the counter and order water. The Mojito in Pullman costs 40 ringgit (VND 220,000), the same as the cocktail I used to drink at Sofitel Hotel in District 1.
Rudin – Pullman's waitress gave me a beautiful and sturdy paper straw. Since last year, large hotels like Pullman have started using eco-friendly appliances. This is also the general policy of the Malaysian government until 2020.
Looking at the clock that was almost midnight, by the time the counter was empty, I enlisted a conversation with Rudin in English, Malay and Google translate.
Rudin, 21, recently married, his wife is unemployed. Every day, Rudin runs a 15-minute motorbike to Pullman. His shift lasted until midnight.
Rudin represents a class of people in Indian, Malaysian and Indonesian multi-religious, multicultural and multi-ethnic societies. They were quite reserved when talking about their life stories. They are as familiar as the faces of Rancho, Farhan and Raju in the film 3 Idiots.
At a very young age, they get married early and do the service work in places where there are many foreigners. When they went home, the tremendous light radiating from the opposite Pavilion center was no longer as glorious as the previous few hours.
Pullman in Kuala Lumpur in the night, shooting angle from Pavilion – photo: TheAugBunnies
Leave the light in the Pavilion
When I heard that I was going to walk alone, Rudin looked at his laptop bag and whispered "Carefully sir". In Pullman, every employee has a good attitude. When you want to exchange foreign currency, buy cigarettes, staff always notice: Outbound stores get more price!
I greeted Rudin, leaving behind the light of the Pavilion and walking towards Petronas. Entering the ground floor of an old apartment building, I found the kiosk for the karaoke restaurant, about 30m2, blinking color lights.
Many slender girls, who are quite open-minded, are smiling and welcoming visitors. The front door of karaoke restaurant is open and they are still singing and singing. The clock is correct at 0.30 minutes.
Besides karaoke restaurants, many foreign guests are also concentrated in the Cafe Club, where the music just barely fits.
When the moon fell on the street, the road leading to Petronas began to sparsely disappear ….
Far from the Pavilion light, I met the bright yellow light from Public Bank. The light opposite to the night away was covering the proud twin tower.
The urban sad night in Kuala Lumpur made me think more about the underground element in Malaysia's people's soul, culture and society.
The leaves did not dare to fly, the homeless people rushed to eat their rotten meals, the original Indian taxi drivers sat on the side of the road. Kuala Lumpur space is packed.
That feeling, I heard once in Sad street by Pham Duy, when he wrote, "The road back to the dream night and the big street is full of light" in the city of Saigon more than half a century ago.
The tango song of the famous musician and Kuala Lumpur at night, is always the magic under the bright sky.