You Don’t Get Too Smile Much In KL

A torrential rain races upon the city - it was wild

Kuala Lumpur is made up primarily of three ethnic groups – Buddhist / Christian Chinese, Muslim or Hindu Indians, and Muslim Malay.  From what my new couch host has told me, the Christian contingent makes up about 5%.  So the overriding religion / belief system is Muslim.  The interesting thing with Muslim is, of course, that women are supposed to cover themselves up.  So here in a major city, which welcomes women from around the world, they don’t expect other cultures to cover up, but the men’s behaviour can be very irritating.

Disparate buildings and disparate cultures

Let’s be clear, for the most part I feel quite safe.  It is not the sense that I think I will have in Africa.  Here, even though the men stare and make comments CONTINUALLY to non-Muslim women, you just get a sense that it is not in them or worth it for them to act physically in anyway.  But given the oppressive heat, the thought of wearing full coverage clothing and a head scarf makes me feel panicky.  I dress to suit the temperature and not provocatively at all.  But regardless the men they stare, they try to open conversation with you (and you can’t respond because you just invite trouble), they throw remarks at you that make you feel dirty and self-conscious.  Ironically, the Chineses population dresses very similar to ourselves if not even more provocative since they have those little lithe bodies.

A beautiful orchid in full display

So I am not going to change the way I dress so that the Muslim men aren’t so “inticed”.  You see that is what bothers me.  The women are supposed to cover up because their “sheer” beauty will distract a man from his proper day to day activities.  Well if the women didn’t cover up and the men saw it all the time, would it not be less interesting and therefore not a big deal?  Now of course all of this is magnified many-fold for me because I am a tall redhead generally on my own, so I am a target.  Thank goodness I am not in my 20’s anymore.

Masses of orchids. They don't have to cover up!

But what I find, is that I can’t look at anybody, I can’t catch anyone’s eye, I can’t respond to comments.  I have to walk around with a grim stare and be in my own zone ignoring everyone.  To me this is just plain rude but it is the only way I am not hassled.  Speaking of which, as a result I rarely smile, until I am in a safe place where smiling is safe.  Weird eh?  And everyone who knows me knows how much I like to smile.  But now that I think about it, as I look around few people smile and it seems the only ones who can do so with immunity is the men.

Caged birds - a huge enclosure allowing for free flight birds within reason - for people to come see.

So even though KL has been interesting and my new couch host, Ken, is a lovely person, I am tired of the city and its masses and crowds, of the smells and jostling and the comments.  Not to mention the fact that I can’t laugh and smile in public.  That just plain gets me down.

The old Heritage Station Hotel