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\nA chicken burger for RM1.80! Where else can you get that price? Decent sloppy burger.<\/p>\n
I live in a housing area in Segambut, near Kepong.<\/p>\n
I use public transportation.<\/p>\n
I am a guinea pig to the new RapidKL buses, that rolled out in North KL (Kepong, Sentul, Gombak etc.) I could say I was thrilled to be the first.<\/p>\n
How does the new system work?<\/p>\n
Take a bus from any one of the central stops (Maluri, Titiwangsa, KLCC, Medan Pasar (behind Central Market) or KL Sentral) to another central stop. In my case, Titiwangsa. I then hop on an intermediate shuttle bus that brings me to Metro Prima. Metro Prima is thus the bus hub for Kepong and Manjalara. From there, I take a bus to my housing area.<\/p>\n
The buses that route the central stops are 5-10 minutes each. The intermediate shuttles come every 10-15 minutes, and the home-coming bus comes every 15-30 minutes. These are my observations, not something read from their leaflets.<\/p>\n
On the downside, it is initially confusing, and you can’t sleep on the bus. I used to take one<\/b> bus from Medan Pasar all the way to my housing area. I knew its exact times; it always left Medan Pasar at the 15th and 45th minute of every hour, except during peak times. I also knew that the last bus left at 11:15pm.<\/p>\n
On the upside, it makes a whole lot of sense. Segmenting the bus routes will segment jams, too; a bus that used to go from A to B to C might get a jam at B. Now, jams delay only the B buses. People actually travel short distance, within a point in A to another point in A, so the jam in B doesn’t affect them. Shorter routes also let the buses be more frequent.<\/p>\n
Oh, and the last bus is now 12:30am! Eat that, taxi drivers who charge midnight charge between 11pm and 12 midnight, instead of after midnight! (Oh, and midnight charge is 50% extra, not twice the amount on the meter, kids!)<\/p>\n
Anyway, I got on the 2T3<\/b> bus from Titiwangsa to Batu Tiga, Jalan Ipoh, where I was waiting for the bus to my place. It was 9:55pm and I was not in any rush, and asked the conductor when the bus would leave. 10:20pm, he said. I took that chance to eat dinner at some roadside stalls nearby.<\/p>\n
\nA chicken burger for RM1.80! Where else can you get that price? Decent sloppy burger.<\/p>\n
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\nSuper old-school parking meters.<\/p>\n
A busker stood in the mainly Chinese crowd and started playing. I went over, dropped a note and asked if he knew Bob Dylan. How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?<\/i><\/p>\n
As I ate slowly, I saw THREE<\/b> buses that were headed to my place, pass by. Not bad, not bad.<\/p>\n
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\nInspired, I slung out my guitar. Notice that thing on my hair?<\/p>\n
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\nYes that’s right – a guitar capo! I was shopping around for the spring-loaded one, but couldn’t find one cheap enough that I could afford to lose. Yeah, I tend to lose anything tying my hair, except plain rubberbands.<\/p>\n
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