Well my time in Malaysia has come to an end and I'm going to miss the food. The place really is special when it comes to eating. Not that most of South East Asia isn't but where Malaysia excels is the meeting of 3 cultures: the Malay, the Chinese and the Indian. The relatively big percentages of each - maybe 60/30/10 respectively - leave each having a huge impact on the culinary scene.
Probably due to this supply of fantastic food they love to eat too, the attitude is so different to the UK. No putting together crappy sandwiches at home for the lunch box, here folk set up road side stalls - a table and a few tupperware containers - which every morning serve queues of people picking up noodles or nasi lemak for the day ahead. Breakfast seems a fairly common eat out affair too, I'm sure some folk grab something quickly at home but there's enough people who don't to mean all 3 restaurants and another 3 food stalls on our small estate were full every morning.
One of these restaurants and one of these stalls sold a dish known as chee cheong fun. A delightful smorgasbord of fish balls, fish sticks, different tofu and stuffed vegetables which after choosing are given a few minutes simmering to warm through before being placed on top of chee cheong fun - chee cheong fun being wide rice flour pancakes which they slice into centimetre wide noodles for you. A spoonful or two of 5 spice tinted gravy and another of chili sauce finish it off. With so much variety you could have a different, albeit similar, meal every morning for eternity.
If that wasn't great enough the aforementioned stall was less stall and more kitchen motorbike sidecar, driven to the street corner each morning by a little Chinese lady. When this trip is over I'm not quite sure how I'm going to survive in England without such things commonplace in everyday life.