Kuala Lumpur's public transport ranks with me about at the level of xylitol chewing gum. Last disintegrates into small pulpy parts that remain stuck to the teeth. The minty flavor does not do safe bet. Public transport is very opaque. There are men who study something - as I design the infrastructure of a city? Are unemployed and I'm running like a chicken from one station to another, which really should be one, but in this case Post a miles apart lies. Of course, no signs of hopping meter deep holes in the concrete. A particularly clever trick is that completely different stations have different lines of the same name. And on the maps, the lines are different colors. Tickets can not be bought for the whole trip, but must purchase a new ticket again and again, to then proceed to the next little train. Very, very interesting for a capital, which normally would not go out of style. It is so modern that there is sometimes no footpaths and you really have to take a taxi for five yards away. And there also are tourists, people with serious jobs that nciht even necessarily want to drive a car, then do it but because you want to invest not always 2 hours for 5 km. Interesting.
Kuala Lumpur was again good, varied food, cheap shopping for sportswear copies, Crocs and flip-flops, a lot of concrete, lots of big shopping centers. And thank God, again a major Japanese bookstore Kinokuniya. As a professed bookaholic I spent my most relaxing hours and just decided to ignore the bad conscience. One must look at this and that but go and be a dutiful tourist. As it would be important to later even be able to say what I have scoured all.
Once again I have a very good time on my couch surfing couch. I sleep with Angel as a prince and had a nice hostess engineer. She was very patient as I because of public transport and congestion 2.5 hours later arrived at the appointed place, where they waited in the car with her sister. She also liked more couch surfers around the same time and in the apartment, which is so wonderfully normal west. This has the advantage of chocolate fondue and more company for me and especially the American, John, who has just begun the study of philosophy with a logic course was good entertainment. He asked for my opinion about this and that and everything and it seemed as if I should shake proofs of God and life instructions in a casual afternoon out of the sleeve. I enjoyed his honest curiosity, and that he has a few ideas concerning the philosophy, to me are themselves only too well known. We study and we have answers, such as too hasty conclusions are underneath, simple ideas of freedom and determination. I realized that I have just yet to make progress in all these years and I was again very clearly how much I love but this intellectual playground. A homage to the philosophy!
formulated flippant, I'm pretty on Buddhism trip. Lama Zopa Rinpoche gave his talks in Kuala Lumpur, so I had a bit of a hurry to come here. The good man was sitting in front of thousands of people estimated cleaned in two minutes behind his neck loudly into the microphone and appeared to be a total pleasure to have and laughed a lot. Actually, the Buddhist monks have a very humorous, very free and fun.
Now I am certainly accustomed to structured lectures and can not tell a lively anecdotes first estimate right. But since I was really looking forward to it, I decided to persevere. And actually - I was quite impressed. Ultimately, it all had a point.
The main point was that our education is lacking in the training of compassion. Anyone who sympathizes transported World Peace is doing, no animals and no sentient beings causing harm. Everyone has the ability to such for sympathy, just this ability to be formed only on.
The basic idea of my other readings is that all human life is suffering, sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes obvious, sometimes hidden. The problem is that we are too attached to things or experiences, which I own and depend in general all worldly things and believe that we would bring relief from suffering. The only solution is to find happiness within themselves, to observe one's thoughts and noted that it is our thoughts on everything that happens, cause suffering and not the Things of the outside world. The same goes for happiness is not dependent on the outside - thus not depend too much on the circumstances.
two items that impressed me:
A loving, compassionate person heals others by simply existing. Lama Zopa Rinpoche Seeking happiness outside ourselves
is like waiting for sunshine in a cave facing north. Tibetan saying
home country, what a task, a mini-summary of Buddhist insights. This can only go in your pants, white studied philosopher. Care. As far as my current knowledge, which can seriously tempted me to a month in the Tibetan mountains to meditate in a monastery. Auja, now's it!
And, KL, Kuala Lumpur as it shortens usual, I shot my planned tour around Malaysia. Was not planned, but very welcome, that I met Robin from Holland. He had worked in Singapore and chauffeured me and Paula, a girl from New Zealand from the Cameron Highlands to the port to the Perhentian Islands and from there into the jungle Taman Negara, and finally to Kuala Lumpur. Simply put: pure luxury to have such a driver. We came out quite good and had a good time together. What we have seen, I will report tomorrow before I fly to Cambodia and hopefully gentle landing in Phnom Penh on a new couch.
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