The floor in front of the capsules is like chicken wire, and I did feel slightly like a battery hen, but its more cosy. The only bad thing is the rumbling- whining noise from the central Air-Con which makes it hard to sleep for me. Also, I think the bed sheet/duvets are designed for short asian girls - I'm not tall but it won't cover my feet & shoulders at the same time. - small things - not problems.
I did a little writing, then went out.
The metro was easy enough to navigate, not unlike the London underground and very cheap. The first train line had a token system
They have 'women only' carriages but nobody seems to bother about this - there were plenty of men using them too
When I first arrived I was hit by the noise and smells and how commercialised it all was. So different to the peaceful cave temples at Ipoh. I was thinking, 'this is awful'
It was the rows of shops and stalls that made me think of a theme park. I begrudgingly paid my 1 ringitt to use the loo - I had no change for 50 but she took cards!
It certainly felt a bit like being in India. There were, however, many Hindus there for genuine worship - preying in the temples and taking offerings up to the caves
These people were queuing to take incense into the inner temple
The staute is of Lord Murugan
I went to ascend the steps - my shorts were just long enough that I was allowed through! - she kind of tried to pull them down over my knees then waved me on. There were a lot of steps - not an easy climb in the heat of the afternoon.
The cave inside was quite spectacular and so large - an incredible cathedral dome.
I thought these holes looked like angel wings
Just right of these ladies a huge stalactite and - I think - its touching a stalagmite - joined up
The sheer majesty of the cave overwhelmed me it was beautiful
This rooster was having a nap
After descending the steps I felt much calmer and happier. The beauty of the cave had won me over.
There was a crowd gathering with a lot of security and police & photographers - I think an important official was visiting
and I think it is the time of a big Hindu feast, which is why it was so busy.
The stalls seemed, now, to be filled with row upon row of beautiful colourful sweets - so pretty - the colours - no longer gaudy but bright and charming
I fancied a Chai - but the lady at the stall also didn't have change for my 50 - so she gave me it for free. The Cave had worked its magic and I left feeling content.
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