Riding the train towards the festival I stood out like a sore thumb - I mean picture it, small white girl among hundreds of Indian and Malaysia's, most of which wearing traditional clothing. I was wondering just how many tourists were going to brave the crowds and join me that day. Upon arriving I was met by millions of people, I would say that's an exaggeration but "In Malaysia, the temple at Batu Caves...often attracts over one million devotees and tens of thousands of tourists" ~Wikipedia. Thankfully I had mentally prepared myself and joined the sea of people, walking through stalls of clothing, foods, drinks, and tons of trinkets for sale. I wasn't really sure which direction to head but I figured finding the caves and ginormous Murugan statue couldn't be too hard.
|Piles of offerings|
Having wandered the cave, taken loads of pictures, chatted with a few locals and overall being impressed and amazed I decided to make my way out, there was still a lot to see. I spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the area around the temple, browsing through the seemingly never-ending stalls of food, trinkets, clothes, and drinks. I satisfied my hunger and regained energy with bubble tea and some traditional Indian sweets - which I wish I could find more of. I'm not usually one for souvenirs but there were a few things that caught my eye and screamed my moms name so I also made a few purchases. As the afternoon came to a close the storm clouds rolled in and so I decided it was time for me to head back. Busy, crowded, hot and sticky it was, but it was definitely all worth it - a day I won't forget.