After our serpentine adventures we returned to the concrete jungle. Selva de cemento (concrete jungle in Spanish) was my first encounter with a soap opera by the way, set in Brazil and dubbed in Spanish. Back in the 80’s, when we lived in Uruguay, it was all the rage.
There is something soap opera-ish about the constellation and expressions of these mannequins. 
Miami Vice? End of cineastic references. This art deco building reminds me a lot of Miami though; I never really craved for Miami but was amazed by its beauty when we visited. I like places that look like other places and paintings that look like other paintings.
Little India. Obviously looking a bit like India, at least regarding its colour scale and residents. Most Indian immigrants (75% Tamil) came here during the British colonisation.
Helpful advise given back in the colonial days.
Speaking of colonial, I thought this was a catchword against Portuguese colonisation in 1515 (it was actually in 1511) but after some extensive googling I realised it had to do with a protest against increased taxes on 1st of May 2015, far less romantic. Bersatulah kaum pekerja means “Workers of the world, unite”, I found it a bit surprising with communists protesting against taxes, but then again maybe not so much, considering Malaysia has a corruption index of 50.
Less political subject?
We then left Kuala Lumpur for the city of Singapore.
I momentarily morphed into my alter ego Lady Caroline (missing my Queen Sari), having afternoon tea at Raffles, pearls and everything.
Joen graced its corridors.
We ruined ourselves at several roof top bars, this is the highest in the world at 282 meters. Stunning view but dreadful music, some lounge-house hybrid shit, imagine if they played opera instead!
Singapore feels a bit like a gigantic shopping mall, very put together, but we managed to find us some Gotham.
Some drinks later, Joen was very eager to show me how the interior designer visualized the hotel carpet.
After 20,500 kilometers by land, all the way from Stockholm to Singapore, we had to succumb to flying. Very unromantic, but we needed to be in time for a very important date in Bali. The longest we have traveled by land previous to this was from Hanoi to Kiev at 12,500 km.