The streets of Kuala Lumpur feels like a perfect storm. The heat is unbearable, the traffic unforgiving and the pace is relentless.
A perfect refresher for weary feet while traveling is to sample the local food. The capital of Malaysia is a chaotically wonderful mix of Malay, Indian and Chinese which would make for some interesting dishes.
I had read about the cuisine found in Little India, but the small corner restaurants displayed the same level of chaos as I had found everywhere. Often it was hard to tell the difference between road and serving table, or trying to guess who was the staff among the sea of people.
![Kuala Lumpur traffic](https://minkmachine.reine.se/gfx/blog_malaysia_kualalumpur3.jpg)
So we moved on to better pastures. Another tip I had earlier picked up from a Bahrain resident was the restaurants on street Jalan Ceylon, but they turned out to be a disappointing mix of expat joints with a touch of “foot massage”.
![Kuala Lumpur facade](https://minkmachine.reine.se/gfx/blog_malaysia_kualalumpur4.jpg)
Moving swiftly on to the area I had anticipated the most, the food street of Jalan Alor.
![Jalan Alor](https://minkmachine.reine.se/gfx/blog_malaysia_kualalumpur1.jpg)
The sun had now set and the temperature was down to non-lethal levels. We strolled down the busy street, dodged motorcycles and sat down on wobbly plastic chairs for an evening meal.
![Jalan Alor](https://minkmachine.reine.se/gfx/blog_malaysia_kualalumpur2.jpg)
The street is an uneasy mix of vehicles, sellers and buskers. There is a constant buzz of thousand sounds at the same time and even more different smells. I could smell the Durian seller from a mile away, but it’s all part of the fascinating scenery.
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