And so goes the cycle of life for just about every establishment in KL:
One day you have Haagen Dazs, the next day nothing, and the day after that Lecka Lecka. Or, for another example, one day you see workmen installing the biggest lava lamps you have ever seen in your life on the corner of Jalan Kiara (oh, how I wish I had taken a picture of those things). And, now, just a few weeks later, they’re gone, with only the exposed electrical stumps remaining. Or, perhaps, a small building that was built sometime after we moved here last year, and has now be torn down to rubble. Or, maybe, the giant “where are you now” sign outside the entrance to our neighborhood that was tall and proud for about two days, then torn down, the put back up (this time, slightly more crooked) again. And, saddest of all, was the Deutches Bierhaus in Mont’Kiara Plaza that reminded us of our last home, which lasted for about 3 months when it was replaced with an Asado Steak House.
And this is all on one street in KL, within one year. I have not even branched out to the destruction, contstruction, destruction cycle in the malls, or our nearby neighborhood of Sri Hartamas. It seems like every time we leave the house we are entering a new city. Now, this certainly makes life interesting when we, say, want to go to the bank to cash a check and arrive at the branch we have been using for a year, only to find it completely shut up and relocated somewhere far away. (Yes, that’s exactly what happened to us just a few weeks ago, and last week they took out the ATM machine too.) It’s quite interesting, actually, that it must be so easy to set (or close) up shop here that it can happen at the drop of a hat. So far we haven’t lost our beloved Baskin Robbins or our favorite Indian restaurant. But who knows what tomorrow will bring?