I got a tip from Davide to visit some stores in the area that sold mixing boards and microphones and ask there.  I was successful at step one:  locating these stores.  The salespeople though weren’t selling what I was looking for, but they directed me to “Electronics World” across the street, which is yet another of these 4-5 story enclosures which comprise hundreds of independent shops.  I asked one of the guards where they sold transformers (bian4 ya1 qi1).  I couldn’t understand his response, but he gestured off in a certain direction, so I pretended to understand and thanked him.  After walking down one corridor of mini stores and eyeing the wares, I began to notice a lot of power supplies and plugs.  Perhaps this was the place.

And it was.  The nice woman showed me two heavy transformers, about the size of a shoebox.  After explaining what I was looking for and showing her a picture of the back of my amp, we settled on the 600 watt transformer.  I walked back outside and to the bus-stop, quite pleased with myself.  But, as I should have known, when I got home and plugged it in.  It turned on briefly, made a horrible noise, and shut off.  Dead.  Reality set back in and I cursed at the idea of having to go back to Hua Qiang Bei.

I went the next day and the nice lady switched out the fuse.  Oh, it was that simple?  Just an old fuse or something?  She gave me a couple of extras and we tested it.  It seemed to work fine.

Back at home, I plugged it in and turned it on again.  This time, it made a horrible loud buzzing, but didn’t shut off.  Now, why didn’t I hear this loud buzzing when I was in the store.  Oh wait, it was Hua Qiang Bei which is perpetually full of multitudes of screaming people.  Makes sense.  Well, back to reality again, I though, “How in the heck am I supposed to record with this awful buzzing in the background?”  There was no reasonable answer, but I decided to at least try the amp.  I plugged it in, turned on the power…BOOM!  Fuse blown again.

OK, I give up.  I could always have someone replace the transformer, I guess, but I do plan to go back to the US someday and don’t want to have to change it back again.  Besides, there is zero guarantee that the electrician will do a good job.  I could end up burning the whole apartment complex down.  Forget it; I’ll just buy a new amp, a little cheapo studio one.  That’ll be fine, I’ve got a nice effect rack.  It’ll work.  The next day, I learned about “Music Heaven” in Shenzhen and checked it out.  Not bad!  It’s another collection of stores, about 3 stories worth.  The owner of the place that I tried out is a big fan of Paul Gilbert and had his picture playing guitar with him proudly displayed, so I thought that was fitting.

I’ve got an extremely heavy paperweight now, my shoebox-sized transformer, unless someone wants to take this thing off my hands.  Return it to the store?  Forget it.  Welcome to Hua Qiang Bei.

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When they showed up, I could barely understand these two characters.  For one, my Chinese is two months stale and I’m still in Spanish mode, and two, they spoke so fast and with such an accent that it probably would have been impossible anyway.  So, I made phone calls as necessary.

But, the real reason I wanted to add this post is to describe the safety measures they adhered to.  Let me back up, in China, most apartments have single AC units per room.  While it’s not nearly as nice as central air-conditioning, it is nicer than the single units in the US.  In China, the AC units have the condenser and the blower separated.  The condenser sits outside on a platform and there’s an insulated tube that runs to the remote-controlled blower inside.  Well, the blower was easy enough, but I couldn’t see how they’d get the condenser into place.  The window, which you can push out and to the right, blocked access to the platform where the condenser had to be placed.

To my shock, one of the workers put on a shaggy chest harness, clipped a rusty caribeaner to the hinge of the window and stepped out ten floors above the street below.  What’s worse, he ended up sitting on the edge of the window while putting the condenser into place which was lowered from the roof by the other worker.  Now that window hinge is metal, about six inches long and maybe a half an inch wide.  In the end, of course, there were no accidents.

In the end, the cost of installation:  $20.

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1. Have the vendor strip off the skin and gnaw gently into the meat.  Suck the juice out and then spit the dried pulp onto the street.  Be careful when you arrive at the joint of the cane.  You can really hurt your teeth if your not careful.  Chew at an angle to bite off the joint so you can continue to enjoy the next section.
2. Have the vendor put the can through a juice extractor and just drink the juice.  It’s funny; I just saw a bunch of vendors selling this juice to people through the fence bordering a popular park.  They’d set up their mobile juice extracting units on their bikes just on the other side of the fences and people would make paths through the bushes to buy the juice from them.  I guess they saved on park vendor fees or something.

I tired it not long ago and it’s not bad, though I can’t really see myself going for the perpetual spitting required.  You’ll enjoy it if you have a sweet tooth; it’s got to be the sweetest natural drink I’ve ever had.  I’m surprised that Chinese people like it so much.  Vendors typically sell a 1.5′ section of cane for 1 RMB, about 14 cents.

Some pics for you:

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However, this trip was far from creep.  We stayed in a posh hotel, the Traders in KLCC, in Kuala Lumpur (or “KL” as the locals like to call it) while Cambodia was much more lower end (but still quite comfortable).  The hotel is very affordable though and the view of the Petronas Towers is unbeatable.  Kuala Lumpur is a very easy city to get around in for English speakers, way easier than China.  I mean there’s not even any comparison.  English is widely spoken.  I only encountered a few people who could speak any English, and yet there was always someone nearby to help out.  So, want an easy taste of Southeast Asia?  Try here.

However, make sure you enjoy oppressive tropical heat.  In January, it was hot and humid with temperatures pushing into the 90′s.

After dropping off our bags, we headed out.  Our first stop was to find some food and we settled on a sit down Lebanese place.  Later on we found the highly-sought-after food street and made our eating home here for the rest of the trip.  The food was cheap (do I daresay cheaper than China?) and tasty.  It’s a nice blend of many Asian cuisines.  Same for the tropical drinks; they were numerous, cheap, and refreshing.  My favorite was some sort of coconut drink with a sweet tangy brown substance that you mixed up.  Also, as is popular in Asia, was some sort of green tapioca substance which you could suck up through the straw.  Weird stuff, never tasted anything like it before, but it was good.

It seems I’ve been visiting various tall towers of the world lately, Shanghai being the latest – and best, so I felt we needed to go up into the Petronas Tower, but this was a big waste. I knew that we were only allowed to go up into the Skybridge, but this might be cool, right?!  “NO!”  It’s not that high up, and getting the stupid tickets is absurd.  They’re free, but you have to wait in line.  And I’m shocked at how long I waited in line with hoardes of other people to get them.  And yes, they did “sell out” for the day after I got our tickets.  But, before you go up, you get to watch a movie.  Pretty cool, right?  “NO!” again.  It’s a long propaganda film about how great the Malaysian Petronas company, an oil and gas company by the way, is.  Then, we go up in the Skybridge and take a few pics.  Li Zhen summed it up well when he asked, “Is that all?”

Fortunately, we got our good view shots from the hotel and from the KL Tower, a tall telecommunications tower which affords the best views of the city.  We did this at night, and by the end of this day, we had marched over a large section of Kuala Lumpur (it’s really not that big) and were beat.  We picked a relatively expensive “executive cab” to take us back to the hotel.

We spent much of the next day wandering around a large park/garden area just north of KL Central station.  We took the train to get to KL Central, then, against the advice of a security guard, opted to walk our way to the gardens.  It was quite convoluted, crossing major roads, going through a museum exhibit of ancient weapons, and a tunnel before we arrived.  A neat thing about the city is that there are various places that monkeys run wild, and the garden, of course, is a great place for them to hang out.  We ended up finding our way to both the bird pavilion and butterfly pavilion, both of which were fun tourist destinations.  The bird pavilion boasts that it is the largest walk-through bird park in the world.  Maybe it is; we were there quite a while.  The butterfly pavilion is much smaller, but a densely packed tropical enclosure with butterflies.  I still don’t think it was as good as Callaway Garden’s butterfly conservatory, but they had a collection of BUGS that was awesome – and disgusting.  They had plenty of displays of pinned down monstrous bugs, including some abominations that I thought, until now, only were found in movies like “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom”, but they had some live specimens too:  foot long brutes that fortunately were labeled as “rare”.

After the gardens, we hopped a cheap taxi to go over to China town.  Strangely enough, I couldn’t find much native Malaysian food outside of China town, but I did find some within China town.  We didn’t wander too long there.  Much of it was quite similar to parts of China, although the salesmen all spoke English.

We decided to turn in early since Li Zhen had booked us super early departure tickets for Siem Reap.  Because it was a 7am departure, we had to get up at 3:30am in order to be at the airport in time to catch the flight.  The distance from the city center to the airport is absurd.  And you thought the Denver airport was bad.  The Kuala Lumpur airport is at least three times as far away.  And the strange thing is that there seems to be a grid of highways that we cross over to get there.  Not sure where all those roads go to, but we sure did get on and off a lot of exit and entry ramps.

By the way, do you know how to pronounce:  “Kuala Lumpur”?  No, it isn’t Koala Lumpur, as in Koala bear.  The “Kua” sound is one syllable and sounds like “Kwah”.  Everything else is how it’s written.

Oh yes, and I need to thank Robert for his various tips on Kuala Lumpur.  He told me about the “Nasilama” food (see pictures), the big gardens, and various time saving tips.

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