Riding the LRT a good opportunity to learn about Malaysia and her people

I love taking the train. My 15 minutes on the LRT each morning and evening — along with the time I spend every day having breakfast with my sons, showering with my loofah named “George” and hanging upside down in the bat cave I have created in my attic — are sacred to me.

Something about the steady rhythm of the rails, the river of skyline and subterranean blackness running by through the window, the poetry of the people getting on and off and off and on, makes my mind wander and wonder about some of life’s great questions such as: