The Hiss and Crackle of Jalan Alor
The first thing that hits me on Jalan Alor is not the smell of satay but the sound of it:…
The first thing that hits me on Jalan Alor is not the smell of satay but the sound of it:…
The first thing I ate in Malaysia was a mistake of geography rather than taste. I had landed in Kuala…
The char kway teow man on Lebuh Carnarvon works with two woks and a cigarette going simultaneously, and the cigarette…
Kuala Terengganu had been the kind of stop that makes a traveler reconsider the whole idea of coastal Malaysia —…
The transition from Ipoh to Penang isn’t gradual. One moment the Perak landscape is all limestone karsts and tin-mining towns,…
The key turned in the ignition of the hired campervan at a lot just outside Kuala Lumpur’s city center, and…
The Peninsular Malaysian rainforest is not quiet at 4:15 AM. It hums. Cicadas cycle through frequencies like a dial being…
It arrives in waves, not all at once. Not the fireflies—those come later, after the sky has finished its performance….
The rain had been falling for three hours when a taxi driver in George Town offered a piece of advice…
The roti canai that matters most in Kuala Lumpur isn’t the one you eat at breakfast. It’s the one you’re…