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Things I Didn’t Know About Malaysia

I admit, there are a lot of things I didn’t know before moving here all of two and a half days ago. There are infinite things I still don’t know, of course, but I have learned quite a bit over the last couple days. Teacher training this week includes talks on the culture and history of Malaysia, so I’m really excited to start that tomorrow.

But here are some things that I’ve learned:

1. Before leaving the US, I wondered if people ride mopeds and motorcycles here like people do in Europe. Yes, they do.

Mopeds! Maybe I'll get one :)
Mopeds! Maybe I’ll get one 🙂

2. Before leaving the US, I didn’t know whether it would be difficult to find supermarkets or food that I was used to eating. I really can’t wait to move into an apartment with a kitchen because not only are there supermarkets, but they have everything.

Supermarkets have sales . . .
Supermarkets have sales . . .
They have produce . . .
They have produce . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They have dairy . . .
They have dairy . . .

This particular supermarket chain, called Giant for a good reason, also has hardware supplies and a useful beer selection. Mitch was pleased about that. Unfortunately, there are some weird ingredients in foods (like ammonium bicarbonate in cookies) so I’ll have to be really careful with what I buy.

Miscellaneous useful items . . .
Miscellaneous useful items . . .

3. I definitely didn’t know people drive Lamborghinis in Malaysia, but they do!

Lamborghini!
Lamborghini!

My brother Adam, who is all of 17, has always wanted a Lamborghini. I wonder if it would be more or less expensive for him to buy one here or in the US? Does it matter if they all come from the same manufacturer anyway? I love cars, but I don’t know a ton anything about their cost in different parts of the world.

4. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that, in addition to dairy, Malaysia has ice cream! This is especially notable because there are so many frozen yogurt places in the US now that it can be a project to find real ice cream, at least in downtown Rochester.

Baskin Robbins tiramisu ice cream on the other side of the world
Baskin Robbins tiramisu ice cream on the other side of the world

Mitch’s tiramisu ice cream didn’t exactly taste like tiramisu, but that’s not too surprising as there aren’t many Italians here. My mint chocolate chip in a cone, however, was excellent.

5. While living in the good ole US of A, I totally took our engineers for granted. Who knew it was so hard to make a fountain that manages to contain all of its water?

This fountain is in front of our hotel; someone is usually standing outside to sweep the water back in
This fountain is in front of our hotel; someone is usually standing outside to sweep the water back in after it comes gushing out the higher side because no, this fountain isn’t flat

6. Before leaving the US, I didn’t realize that it would be difficult to find cooked food as opposed to fresh, raw, delicious fruits and vegetables. Pretty much all Asian food in the US is cooked and soaked in sauce, so I was surprised to see so many fresh salads on restaurant menus. Today we went out for lunch to a steamboat restaurant and that solved the need-for-fresh-veggies-but-can’t-eat-them-yet-because-we’re-still-getting-used-to-the-water problem. I am so excited to be able to eat fresh produce! Give it a few weeks, they say. Whoever they are. Steamboat is called hot pot in China, where it originates.

We sat down at a table and the server brought over a hot plate and plates
We sat down at a table and the server brought over a hot plate, bowls, and plates
The server also gave us utensils so we could cook our food
The server also gave us utensils so we could cook our food

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We ordered some sort of vegetable balls (don’t take that the wrong way . . . I didn’t name them and they looked sort of like mini matzah balls), broccoli, spinach, noodles, baby corn, shimeji mushrooms, an egg, and brown rice. I didn’t take any pictures of the raw food because I was rather hungry and excited to get cooking in the vegetable broth.

Cooking the first batch of our veggies
Cooking the first batch of our veggies
Lunch is ready!
Lunch is ready!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It took us four batches to cook all of our food. We also ate almost all of the broth, which was really tasty. It felt so good to eat vegetables, too! Definitely my favorite meal so far. Oh, and it was all that food and two bottles of water for about $9 in US currency.

I’ve definitely had an education about Malaysia over the past couple days. Looking forward to learning more!

 

 

Not in Kansas Anymore

We made it! Mitch and I traveled for about 40 hours door-to-door, but we made it to Malaysia and so did our luggage! I ignored the flight attendant’s request to “stow all electronic devices” during landing and took a few pictures to document my first glimpse of my new home.

15,000 feet up!
15,000 feet up!

 

. . . getting closer . . .
. . . getting closer . . .
. . . almost there . . .
. . . almost there . . .
. . . hey look, water! . . .
. . . hey look, water! . . .
. . . almost there . . .
. . . almost there . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . . yup, I think I can do this
. . . yup, I think I can do this.

I don’t know quite what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting so much greenery. I am aware of the fact that Malaysia is tropical and that a large part of it is rainforest, but somehow that did not equate to green in my head. Sometimes it’s nice to be mistaken.

My bosses picked us up at the Kuala Lumpur airport and we drove for about 40 minutes to reach Seremban, the city where we’ll be living. Or, at any rate, the city where I’ll be living and working; Mitch still has to find a job, and Seremban is an “up and coming” city, which, in Southeast Asian terms means it has more than doubled in size in the last decade, so it’s probably not going to be here.

On our drive we passed literally dozens of palm oil plantations. We were warned not to make friends with any of the many stray dogs that roam the city (so far I’ve only seen one) and told to watch out for poisonous snakes. Apparently Malaysia has more species of poisonous snakes than any other country. Excellent.

The on-campus residences are still under construction (yikes?) so the school has put everyone up in a hotel for now. Part of orientation will also include off-campus house hunting, too, so I’m really excited about that. Mitch and I spent the afternoon getting organized, trying to figure out cell phones, and wandering around town. One of the more interesting aspects of our wanderings were our attempts to find and ATM. There were signs for ATMs at the mall next door to the hotel, but they’re not installed yet (“up and coming” in Southeast Asia also means currently under construction) so a helpful lady directed us to a 7-Eleven around the corner. We’d already been there and their ATM was broken, so we went back to the hotel and asked at the desk. The gentleman on duty directed us to a hospital down the street.

Never in my life have I strolled into a hospital, wandered around the first floor unaccompanied and completely ignored, taken money out of an ATM, and walked out again. I did not leave feeling incredibly confident in the Malaysian healthcare systems, especially considering the sign announcing prices for different procedures at the door. Toto, we are certainly not in Kansas anymore.

After 40 hours of travel, sporadic eating and sleeping, and lightheaded wandering, we were more than ready to find some dinner. We had asked a hotel employee for suggestions, stipulating that the menu include vegetarian food. He directed us to a Chinese restaurant in the opposite direction of where we’d walked earlier. I’m not positive we found the specific restaurant because there’s more than one Chinese restaurant here, but we ended up finding the spiciest tofu I’ve ever tasted.

When we walked in, a server handed us menus (mercifully written in both English and Chinese) and we sat down at a table. After looking over the menu and consulting our friends Google and Wikipedia, we learned that we were in a laksa restaurant. We also learned that laksa is a spicy soup that combines Chinese and Malay culinary traditions. Good for us, we’d found something authentic! It also wasn’t too hard to figure out how to order after we realized that no one was coming by to check on us.

The instructions were pretty self-explanatory
The instructions were pretty self-explanatory

When we pressed for service, a bell chimed and a number flashed on the wall, like the numbers people take in the deli counter line at the grocery store. A server came over, we ordered, and a short time later, we had food!

Mitch's chicken (and some other unidentified items that he said were tasty)
Mitch’s chicken (and some other unidentified items that he said were tasty)
My vegetable curry
My vegetable curry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a good thing there were tissues on the table (maybe they were supposed to be napkins?) or I would not have gotten through that bowl. Quite tasty, though!

All in all, so far so good. We’re basically watching the clock until it’s late enough to go to bed. I know what day it’s supposed to be, though not exactly what day my body thinks it is. At any rate, I’m glad we have a couple days to acclimate before teacher training starts. We certainly need it!

Be Kind

This morning I went for an early run before work. Since I live in a cold(ish) climate, summer is marked by building and road construction. There has been ongoing work to replace and fix drain pipes in one particular neighborhood since May. I’ve watched the work progress from the fifth block of a ten-block section of the city and finally loop back onto the nearest main street.

Today, however, I also had the pleasure of observing an act of kindness that helped renew my increasingly jaded view of humanity. A minivan stopped next to three construction workers who were standing behind several orange cones.  I watched as one of the workers walked over to talk to the driver. When he stepped back behind the cones and the van drove off, he was holding a box of a dozen donuts from the Dunkin’ Donuts a block away.

The construction workers looked at each other, baffled, and grinned. They looked over at me across the street and I could think of nothing else to do but join their smiles.