Towers are more distant than they appear.
Kampung Baru — literally "new village," actually the Malay "old town" in the heart of Kuala Lumpur — had been the subject of urban-development discussions since long before my 2006 stay in KL. (Talks have continued, cautiously, since.)
On my one visit the kampung's rambling night market played host to more browsers than eaters, it seemed; my only purchase was a griddled-dough parcel called murtabak. In the temporary absence of the more traditional mutton, mine was folded around a minced combination of beef, egg, and onion (rm 2, roughly 56 cents at the time). Except for the beef, that's my best recollection; five weeks into a six-week Southeast Asian food expedition, my note-taking was sometimes less than scrupulous. I do remember that the hike back to my hotel, across the park beside the Petronas twin towers, was longer than I'd imagined. At least I had something on my stomach.
Murtabak stall
Kampung Baru night market, Kuala Lumpur
(From a December 2006 visit)
