Standing in the shadow of the Petronas Towers is a religious experience. That’s not just a gushing tribute to Kuala Lumpur’s iconic landmark. The world’s tallest twin towers put Malaysia’s capital on the global map when Sean Connery and Catherine Zeta-Jones swung beneath the 41st floor sky bridge in the 1999 movie Entrapment. These ultramodern, 88-storey, 1,483-foot (452 m) wonders have floor plans based on an eight-sided star, a traditional motif of Islamic art.
Islam is never far away in this Southeast Asian nation of more than 24 million. Yet, as I observed on a recent trip organized by Tourism Malaysia, the country mostly deserves its reputation as an affordable, exotic destination that practices tolerance. For Middle Eastern tourists, Malaysia is similar to Mexico for Canadians: According to Tourism Malaysia statistics, nearly 150,000 of them flocked to Malaysia last year.
Colorful juxtapositions abound. After gaping at the Supersonic Odyssey roller coaster and 13 other thrill rides inside KL’s giant Berjaya Times Square mall, for instance, I saw women in full burqas browsing in Borders, Swatch and Estée Lauder stores. They were often accompanied by husbands in T-shirts and sandals.
Later, on the other side of the Klang River that bisects downtown, I cooled off from the tropical 90° Fahrenheit (32° C) weather by ordering a beer (yes, alcoholic) from a Carlsberg green–clad waitress at the Central Market food court.
The market is just a short walk from the National Mosque, with its blue, umbrella-shaped roof, and the Islamic Arts Museum Malaysia, whose 12 permanent galleries hold Koranic manuscripts, scientific treatises, jewelery and tapestries from around the Muslim world.
But it’s also easy to find evidence of other faiths here. Dating from the 19th century, the Sin Sze Si Ya Temple attracts fruit and incense offerings from Chinese Taoists and Buddhists. Among the temple deities are Guan Yin, the goddess of Mercy, and Thai Soi, Choi Sun and Choi Pak Seng Kuan, gods of Good Fortune.
Inside the ornate, pyramid-shaped gate tower of the Sri Maha Mariamman Temple, I spotted a bare-chested, paint-daubed Hindu worshipper who paused from his devotions to answer his cell phone.
If you enter a Malaysian mosque, prepare for some clothing adjustments. Removal of shoes is mandatory, of course, but there can be additional requirements. With a fellow male journalist, I ventured into the courtyard of the 15,000-capacity Putra Mosque in Putrajaya, the grandiose administrative capital founded in 1995 just outside Kuala Lampur. The journalist, who wore shorts, was asked to put on a pink robe that matched the color of the mosque’s dome. “You look like one of the dancing elephants in Fantasia,” I teased.
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