The monorail runs overground. I saw the city of Kuala Lumpur in a general perspective up close—the modern skyline, the lush parks, the mosques, the busy roads and the residential areas. I enjoyed it.
The monorail runs overground. I saw the city of Kuala Lumpur in a general perspective up close—the modern skyline, the lush parks, the mosques, the busy roads and the residential areas. I enjoyed it.

[Kuala Lumpur Federal Territory, Peninsular Malaysia, West Malaysia, Malaysia]
KL SENTRAL MONORAIL STATION

The train arrived. As a metaphor, the train was a volcano. A volcano explodes when it can no longer handle the pressure. The moment the train stopped, its doors opened and it spewed a multitude of commuters that seemed like very eager to go out the train as they alighted rushing.

The monorail runs overground. I saw the city of Kuala Lumpur in a general perspective up close—the modern skyline, the lush parks, the mosques, the busy roads and the residential areas. I enjoyed it. It was a rush hour. I was lucky that I was able to secure a seat inside the train given that I was carrying a fat backpack with other dangling bags hanging elsewhere on my body where my camera, phone and other essentials were packed. It was a helpful relief for me.

While enjoying the urbanscape, I was also constantly looking for the route guide illustrated inside the train. There's a recorded voice inside the train that informs the commuters about the next station in both English and Melayu. The ride was convenient and easy. I reached Imbi station and this was the start of my real adventure.
Looking for the Hostel
This is it! I brought out my tablet to check the Google map screen shots I prepared. It's time to test my skill in finding my destination using maps. However, the skill didn't work well this time. I was kinda lost soul. I was confused with the orientation of the map when I compared it on actual setting.

I was near the Berjaya Times Square and this was the exact landmark that appeared on Google map. I walked around the Time Square to find the street mentioned on Google map but I was still confused.

I was losing energy. I badly wanted food. My back was already aching because of this seemingly endless search for my ▼ HOSTEL

I stayed in a dormitory-type room with bunk beds. There were other guests when I entered the room. They were all white travelers. I was the only Asian inside our room.

. I ended up practicing my real expertise—asking directions directly from strangers.

I don't know but this may sound a little bit stupid. I love letting people know that I am not a local by asking directions from them. Blending with the locals isn't my thing. I stay myself. And when they ask where I came from, I proudly say I'm a Filipino tourist (If I'm traveling in the ▼ PHILIPPINES, I proudly say I'm from ▼ #VIGAN). I think it's safer to stay authentic. If you try to blend with the locals by making it appear you're a local as a mode to stay safe in a foreign land, there's always a chance you'll get caught and once you're caught, people will become curious why you're pretending. This could be the start of a suspicion and as a traveler, I don't like to be labeled someone I am not. Well, this isn't an absolute rule though and it may not work depending on the circumstances.

Anyway, without any hesitation, I approached three (as far as I remember) police officers. The one looked Indian. The other one was Malay. This method for me always worked. My Google map screenshot became just an extra tool. It never helped me independently this time around.

When I asked them, they didn't understand what I was saying. They looked to each other and spoke in their language I didn't understand. I would like to mention that the place where I was this time was devoid of people. About 100 meters around the place where I was standing, there were no other people but us three. Since they seemed like they couldn't understand me, a good idea came—I showed them the location of the place I was looking for by using my Google map.

They checked the map. Unfortunately, they didn't know where was this street called Lorong 1/77a was. I got a little bit nervous. Oh, I thought I'm officially lost.

After a few moments, I trusted my instinct. I checked again my map until I figured out that the west direction on my map appeared like it was an east direction in actual setting. I did the math and like a strategy video game app, the victory was mine!

I walked down Lorong 177/a with glee but it's not yet time to relax. I still had to find the hostel I was looking for. The segment of the road I first saw was lined with restaurants. I could no longer withstand this hunger strike. Smell of unfamiliar food was stimulating my gastrins. Ahhhh! I'm hungry!

It's almost 09:30 in the evening when I found that elusive hostel. I entered the premises. "Hello! Anybody here?" | to be continued... |

CHAPTER 01CHAPTER 02
CHAPTER 01 SUMMARY: ▼ Five (5) Tourist Stops (Not Spots) to Spice Your DIY Itinerary Below 24 Hours in KL

If you loaded this page expecting for tourist attractions to see in less than 24 hours in Kuala Lumpur, I'm sorry to disappoint you but this is not a story of tourist spots but tourist stops. Yeah, stop here, stop there, stop everywhere.



This Chapter 01 is all about first-time stories. Will this boy from the province with relative fear in roaming a big city survive his first day in a big metropolis for the first time outside PH?

✈ EPISODE 01: ▼ Flying from Metro Manila to Kuala Lumpur with Drama in Between

I was shaking, quite speechless for outspoken words but the voice within me is speaking too much that it's so hard to handle...



✈ EPISODE 02: ▼ Travel Drama in Kuala Lumpur International Airport 2 (KLIA2)

My anxiety as a first-timer almost escalated to panic level. So there's no such thing as overacting because sticking to reality is the name of the game here.



✈ EPISODE 03: ▼ KLIA2 to KL Sentral by Bus: My First Land Travel Outside PH

I was showing physical awestruck signs overtly while inside the bus because I was seeing different races. There are Malays, Indians, Chinese, black and white men. This country is so multicultural! This is my first bus ride in Malaysia!



✈ EPISODE 04: ▼ Reaching KL Sentral and How I Acted Dumb Stupid

You may not believe this but I felt so ignorant about this. There's no train station in our province so encountering a self-service machine like this in actual setting is new to me.



✈ EPISODE 05: KL Sentral to Bukit Bintang: My First Train Ride Outside PH

✈ EPISODE 06: ▼ Lorong 1/77a: of Endings and First Times

This street was where I ended my first day in Malaysia but it served as the rendezvous of my many first-time experiences and encounters so it meant so much for me.


Coming Soon!

BLOGSERYE 03 SUMMARY: ▼ MALAYSIA-THAILAND BACKPACKING + MOTORBIKE RIDING FOR THE FIRST TIME OUTSIDE PHINDOCHINA

As a millennial, this is not conforming to the 'trend'—doing it because your friend do it. For me traveling is a form of continuous education. No masteral and doctoral degree could ever teach you the way traveling does.



Blogserye 03 is a blog series narrating my fist backpacking outside the Philippines.

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MAP OF KUALA LUMPUR
► FOOTNOTES, DISCLAIMERS, ACKNOWLEDGMENT, ETC

[1] The above story is the Episode 04 of Blogserye 03.

[2] This post was filed under the category "En Route" See more posts related to this below.


[3] The maps I used on this post are from maps.google.com.ph.

[4] All photos are mine. All rights reserved.

[5] The insights, condition and name of places or properties I mentioned here are based on the facts and situation on the day of my visit. Take note that you may have a different experience when you try or see the properties or places mentioned here. Names of places and properties may also change by time so it's not my responsibility to update all the information on this blog because once published, I already consider it an archive and I won't update my narratives because I want them to become my references of what have happened in the past. I'm very particular of the dates because I want my amazing readers to understand that I am writing stories based on my perspective and insights on the day of my visit. You can see dates almost everywhere on this blog. Exempted from this rule are my travel guide posts that need to be updated.

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EDMAR GUQUIB

Born and Raised in Vigan, Philippines. Hardcore Ilocano. Genuine Bigueño. Sucker of Long Land Trips. Loves the Highlands. Professional Nurse on Weekdays. Coffee Addict. Travel Blogger in Between. For sponsorship, advertising, event invites and collaborations email me at edmaration@gmail.com.

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