Way too many shadows.
You can see that the thunderstorm was coming!
I ordered an iced milk tea to wait out the storm. It arrived scalding hot in the "feels like" 111 degree weather. Clearly, something was lost in translation.
We walked down the hill to the monorail. We got a bit lost, but Dustin used his magical ability to spot English speakers to ask for directions. We also realized a bit too late that the monorail doesn't connect to all the stations it appears to connect to on the subway map, so we took a strangely drawn out way back to the hotel.
We decided to cross over to the other side of the tracks to look at the mosque near our hostel at sunset. By the time we actually managed to get there, it was basically night time.
This is the view from the subway station next to our hostel.
We walked back to the station. The walk involved finding a very well disguised entrance to the train station, going up stairs, then down stairs, then up more stairs again and crossing an overpass. We ended up turning the wrong direction on the overpass.
We realized it was the wrong direction because it was extremely deserted. Then, it started feeling slightly dangerous. As Dustin said, "And this is how we get mugged."
It was definitely worth the trip!
Well, I'm still not over it...
Also, random note, in case anyone was wondering, I do keep a very detailed travel journal, which makes remembering events and stories for this blog a bit easier. For whatever reason, I ended my journal entry for this day with this:
"We go to the Batu Caves tomorrow! PS: Crowned pigeons are very dumb birds."
I don't remember why they were dumb...Sometimes I leave out important details. As you can tell, my next post will be about....
wait for it...
The Batu Caves!