Klang to Sungai Besar 104km
Picture the following. You are cycling through an unknown city, twice the population of Auckland, at morning rush hour. You are trying to navigate to the NW of the city, dodging motorways, on ramps, off ramps, fly overs, under passes, roundabouts, with eight exits, one way systems, and uncrossable medium strips. And then you have a violent urge....number twos. What does a public WC look like in Malaysia? I've no idea, but my focus changed. I saw a McDonald's, a Pizza Hut, and even a Mexican restaurant, but they were on the other side of the uncrossable medium strip. The only other place I've seen a public WC is a service station, but they are always hard to find in a city centre. Oh bother. A side street.....and a restaurant, saved. No such luck. A back street, and a empty section with one bush....finally.
That wasn't the last time I was caught out today. There was a slight head wind. Nice. It created a cooling breeze. Then a few spots of rain. Once again cooling, but getting heavier. And then, a deluge. Too late to even look for shelter. Oh bother. But I stopped anyway, in a bus shelter. They have them outside schools, next to huge footbridge spanning the highway. And I'm glad I stopped, because what I thought was a deluge, was only the intro. Buckets and buckets of water from the sky. But that didn't stop the traffic. I was getting soaked by the passing vehicles. Talk about warmshowers.
The cars here are very expensive. A normal car, Japanese, is taxed 100% by the government, bigger, family sized car costs you 200%, and a luxury vehicle, European, 300% tax.
The tax laws here greatly favour Malays. Chinese and Indian residents pay a lot more tax. It's sort of like having anyone of Maori descent paying 5% tax, and everyone else paying 50%. As a result, a lot of Chinese people have left Malaysia, moving to Singapore, or returning to China, even though their family has lived here for generations.
Today, I was cycling through paddy fields. A pleasant change after so long amongst palm oil plantations. A change too from the "Gold Coast" resorts from yesterday. These are huge hotels, with 100s of rooms, right on the beach. At the moment, everything is very quiet, and the resorts are empty, but I'm assured, that come the weekend, all the rooms are fill, as people from KL flock to the beach. Some of the resorts, however, look just a little too empty, and overgrown. Investments that have gone wrong.
I'm seeing a lot more wild birds. From out of the wide ditches alongside the road, herons keep appearing. Today, a beautiful white one, a brown one and a grey one. Also watched what I think was a kite, hovering, hovering, hovering, and then suddenly diving towards a ditch. I didn't see whether it caught what it spotted, but looked impressive.
What's not impressive is the dogs. They hang out in packs of two to six, seemingly protecting various properties, but running loose. Shades of being a Postie. You never know which ones are going to have a go at you. Unfortunately, too many of them do, which makes for some rapid pedaling and grumpy words, as the snap at your ankles.
I have trouble remembering town names. They're all new to me, new dots on a map, sometimes difficult to pronounce, and only really a target for the day. And you never know just how big the dot will be. Klang was big. Sungai Besar not so big, so you never know whether a dot is even going to have a hotel. This time I got lucky. Just on 100km, enough for today, a hotel, and a bank, and a Pizza Hut. I gave into temptation. It was sooooo good.