View from the noodle shop I went to for dinner. Block after block of malls and department stores. The crazy thing is, they were all full. The Asian malls were packed tight. At my size, I could barely get around.
The angle of this picture shows how much taller I am than everyone here. I stick out normally, here I felt like a giant. People thought because I had sunglasses on I couldn't see them nudging each other and pointing at me. I don't speak the language, but they make it so obvious they are staring and talking about me. Kids would follow me around, and when I turned around they would scatter. How dumb do they think I am? It was a very unnerving experience.
I like this guy, lots of personality. I have no idea who he is or represents, the sign was in Malay.
Crazy doorway to an office building. This was pretty common.
The whole shopping trip was a let down. It was either regular American/European stores, or the Asian markets that were impossible to deal with. Being an American, I don't like people pouncing on me when I shop and putting everything in my hands and yelling prices at me. The other problem was the store owners would push over the Asian folks to get to me, thinking I'm a big American spender. At a minimum, 20 different tailors came running out want to make me a shirt. If it didn't feel so much like an attack I might have. I just got so put off, and felt so pressured, I didn't want to have anything to do with the whole thing.
It was still a very interesting experience.
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