Kuala Lumpur:
1. looks like giant broccoli bunches.
2. feels like drunk Chinese people trying to balance themselves on a tight rope. You can't help but join in the chaos and restlessness of right hand drive.
3. smells like Dunhills and food you've never heard of before.
4. I can't use the number 4. It means death in Chinese, or so I've heard, and you might not find it in many elevators.
5. tastes like dew drops that resurface when you wipe them away.
I miss Cairo.