It might seem exaggerated but thats exactly the way they are.
I have never spoken to someone so politely, i was almost bending down on my knees requesting for help because we had had a very very long day and this was the worst experience of my life.
Everybody is just trying to make a living.There was a curfew but they didnt really care.We cross the road and trace a path along Jalan Pasar before turning right into a back alley that leads us straight into the famed Pudu wet market, a disorganised universe of chaos and charm.All this while the room.After a lot of requests they sent their Bangladeshi helper who looked at the ac and said its working.We used to come here for the movies.
It was ok, we slept through most.All this was happening at 1 am in the night when she could have been helping me and working things out.Even if I didnt hear it, friends would pass the message around the block.But i have encountered people like this.There were two boys who made appam, so we just called them small appam and big appam.Some have had their owners changed and some, a generational change of guard.She doesnt even offer to shift us to another room and after i ask myself she tells me 'we cannot do that, i dont know what you have done in the room already'.When i asked for a refund, she said she cannot do that as they have already processed.In hindsight, Im really glad they took me out early.Just over there, he says, pointing at one of the shops along Jalan Pasar, that was where they burned.Some of the guys here would just be research on legalization of prostitution hanging around here talking.
But for the elderly it was mayhem.