On our second to the last day in Kuala Lumpur, we rose early, determined to get to the Batu Caves and walk the nearly 300 concrete steps up to the main temple before the sun became unbearably hot. We wolfed down our free breakfast of coffee and kaya-on-toast, said a hasty goodbye to the hostel receptionist, and hurriedly navigated the detours caused by the massive construction in the middle of Bukit Bintang.
But then I saw this from the entrance of the monorail station, and I just had to stop to take a quick picture:
Isn’t that the cutest sight? Five old ladies, similarly dressed, most of them with handbags matching their clothes, taking an early morning walk together.
Oh, I know there’s probably a staid story behind it — probably going to a free orthopedic clinic, my friend said, or maybe collecting their senior citizen allowances and getting an early start to beat the queues. But I like to imagine they’re just off to have fun. I like to think they decided, just for that day, that they’ll leave their responsibilities at home, ignore their aching joints, and just have a romp ’round the city. Adventurers grow old too, but why shouldn’t their hearts remain young?