{"id":1218,"date":"2024-05-19T12:03:34","date_gmt":"2024-05-19T12:03:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/?p=1218"},"modified":"2024-05-19T12:03:34","modified_gmt":"2024-05-19T12:03:34","slug":"kuala-lumpur-malaysias-urban-heart-with-a-village-soul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/postcards\/kuala-lumpur-malaysias-urban-heart-with-a-village-soul\/","title":{"rendered":"Kuala Lumpur: Malaysia&#8217;s Urban Heart with a Village Soul"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Kuala Lumpur, where sleek skyscrapers like the Petronas Towers carve an iconic skyline, stands as a testament to Malaysia&#8217;s headfirst and headstrong charge into modernity. But it also retains its quieter, village-like soul.  In the shadow of high-rises, the historic <I>kampung<\/I> (&#8220;village&#8221;) houses of Kampung Baru showed me a different side of the city, and let me glimpse the foundation of Malaysia&#8217;s capital.<\/p>\n<p>As I toured Kuala Lumpur, I saw various houses of worship, a mosaic of ethnicities, a plethora of restaurants, a cross-section of Asia, an endless supply of shops, and a doozie of a traffic jam.  But this photo of Kampung Baru &#8212; walking distance from the Petronas Towers, which rise in the background &#8212; for me symbolizes what really makes Kuala Kumpur unique.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a cat prowling the same village:<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1208\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1208\" style=\"width: 640px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/?attachment_id=1208\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1208\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"640\" class=\"size-large wp-image-1208\" srcset=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-768x767.jpg 768w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-1536x1534.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-2048x2046.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/PXL_20240511_081209275-850x849.jpg 850w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1208\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A Cat Prowls in a Village Walking Distance from Downtown Kuala Lumpur<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I toured Kuala Lumpur, I saw various houses of worship, a mosaic of ethnicities, a plethora of restaurants, a cross-section of Asia, an endless supply of shops, and a doozie of a traffic jam.  But this photo of Kampung Baru&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1209,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[13,250,251,218,253,254,36,102,63],"class_list":["post-1218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-postcards","tag-cultures","tag-kl","tag-kuala-lampur","tag-malaysia","tag-modernization","tag-petronas-towers","tag-travel","tag-travel-photography","tag-travel-postcard"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1218","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1218"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1223,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1218\/revisions\/1223"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1209"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}