Preparing to Leave Kuala Lumpur
December 19th. After ten days in Kuala Lumpur, it was finally time to leave. The previous day, my computer had been repaired, so nothing stood in the way anymore. I adjusted my bicycle in the morning, tightening the last bolts and checking the tires. The city had kept me longer than expected, and although it offered so much energy, staying too long made it hard to move on. Three or four days is usually enough; ten days was more than enough.
As I rode out, I felt relief. "At last, I'm leaving Kuala Lumpur." The busy streets, the endless traffic, and the steep ups and downs had been difficult, especially on a bicycle. But saying goodbye stirred a little sadness too. Even the hardest cities leave behind memories.
Early Morning on the Road
To my surprise, the roads were quiet. Around seven in the morning, traffic was light, making it easier to ride. An hour south of the city, the noise faded even more. It felt like I had crossed an invisible line—beyond it, the ride became smoother, calmer.
On the way, I stopped at a roadside stall converted from a van. I needed water. The vendor filled my bottles for free, smiling as if it was the most natural thing in the world. That small act reminded me how much this journey depends on the kindness of others.
A Meal with a Family
By midday, I stopped again at a food stall to eat. I ordered something simple—rice, eggs, and lamb. On riding days, I prefer not to take risks with food. Stomach pain while cycling is one of the worst challenges on the road.
After finishing my meal, the stall owner's family asked to take a photo together. Their words touched me: "Please come again and eat our food." In food stalls, conversations often feel genuine. Not rehearsed or mechanical, but rising naturally from the heart.
We took our picture, laughed, and said goodbye. Their kindness stayed with me as I continued toward Seremban.
Reaching Seremban
The road from Kuala Lumpur to Seremban was almost entirely flat, and that made the 72 km easier than I had feared. My body was tired—it had been some time since my last long ride—but it felt like good training for the journey ahead, especially with Johor Bahru still far on the horizon.
Finally, I arrived in Seremban. A familiar face welcomed me. I would stay with a friend that night.
An Evening of Warmth
As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted not only by my friend but also by their cat—curious, friendly, the perfect host.
That evening, I sat down to a dinner I didn't expect: Japanese food. Mackerel, pickles, and flavors that reminded me of home. My host had visited Japan before and loved it deeply. In fact, they plan to move there in a few years. To share such a meal in Malaysia felt almost unreal. The taste was gentle, nourishing, and filled me with gratitude.
