We had about two hours to board our connecting flight when we landed in Kuala Lumpur and with time to kill, we decided to browse around the airport since KLIA is said to be relatively new and supposedly boring according to a guy we met on the plane from Miri. It is really unfair for anyone to term any place as "boring" given that this was an international airport that we were referring to. It depends on the attitude and one’s mental state perhaps. If the way one looks at thing changes, the things one looks at change accordingly. That’s basically the attitude I would adopt when I go places; I entertain myself regardless of the state the place may be.

Generally that airport does look a little dull. A friend commented that the shops are like just there to satisfy a norm and to fill up the space. Another friend felt that there wasn’t much thought given towards creating any sort of an ambience and that it all appears as though they have been haphazardly put together. It is indeed boring; my trying-to-be-non-judgmental mind kept barging.

Anyhow, since we were not attracted by the displays and the shops appear to have nothing that we like, we decided to go around sniffing for food. With typical Chinese blood flowing in our systems, we went all over looking for Chinese food or perhaps some rice dishes. There wasn’t any to be found; or perhaps there was but the directional signs there certainly didn’t help at all. We couldn’t find anything appealing until we chanced upon a shop that sells noodles on the top floor. Although the noodle dishes didn’t taste as authentic as the names suggest, this shop could have been packed with travelers like ourselves if it was more visibly situated. The only patrons at the shop when we arrived there were airline staff and people in uniforms. Nonetheless, after all that going around, we were thankful that we at least had Tom-Yam Noodles served in Malaysian style and a place to rest our feet.

After our food, I was blown away when I went to the washroom. “The signs placed at the entrances to both the ladies and the gents’ toilets say a lot about the management and explained why the airport is the way it is,” my trying-to-be-non-judgmental mind tugged once again. Gosh, it’s hard to be non-judgmental.