

After first stepping into Malaysia my “Traveler’s Spidey Sense” kicked in. I felt that rush of excitement that you get when a place is totally unlike anything you’ve seen before. I saw a weathered grandeur in the stained plaster that would peel off colonial buildings, a visible trifecta of Native Malay, Chinese, and Indian descendants who were sporting fashions that ranged from fleshy, to total bur ka (not common). We saw Buddhist shrines alongside mosques, the wild colors of Hindu temples, and we could smell the results of a culinary collision hanging in the hot air.
Throughout our time in Malaysia, we were impressed with the level of English spoken.
We were able to strike up quick, meaningful conversations that helped us understand
the country and its people. Many of the cities we visited were clean, safe, well-
