Chow Kit Chillin’
Me and a couple of photographer friends cruised the street of Chow Kit. It started at the opening of the wet market (Pasar Chow Kit) where we stumbled across a vendor that sells cool collectible junks like Harley miniature bike, robot, horns and keris, precious stones, antique telephone, etc.
Next up, my favorite, is the wet market. The scene is a lovely arrays of fresh fruits, vegetables, meats of all sorts. Sellers were such sports, even encouraging us to snap their stall. A banana seller actually snapped our picture with his mobile phone.
Let’s get our feet wet and dirty, get ready for what’s to come……
Not for the faint-hearted.
Let’s end this scene already… with a smile.
A little diversion to collect the nerves.
Seedless, definitely not smokeless.
Once done photographing those food, our tummies were growling so off we set to find a meal. Lunch was put on hold as we walked in front of Guru Nanak Darbar Tatt Khalsa Diwan, a sikh temple. A man, washing his car at the entrance, waved and invited us to come in and see inside. There’s a good view of KLCC on the balcony, and we’re welcome to have free lunch at the dining area, said he. Such friendly lot these folks of Chow Kit! So we did what we did, took some photographs, came down to thank the man. I asked for his name and a pleasant surprise revealed. He is Sanjit(hope I spelled it right) Singh, an ex-national hockey player!
Back to lunch, we settled for local flavor next to the temple. The tables were full so we took one at the inside area. The space has a rather intriguing look to it. We’re seeing cowboy and red indian on the wall, you’ll see what I mean through the photos below.
Our next stop by appointment is the Rumah Nur Salam, also known as PAKK. It’s a shelter that provides Chow Kit children of impoverished background a safe haven, where they also learn to read and write. Once in awhile some kind souls would just drop by and donate, and on that very day, the kids had a feast of goreng pisang and keropok lekor. Mind you, to many of these children, that is their last meal that day. We stepped into the TV area when all suddenly the kids got up and gave salam(kiss hand) to us. I was impressed with the mannerism. They were polite and well behaved, more than most fortunate children I’ve seen. We weren’t allowed to photographs the children but I did took the exterior. A little help goes a long way. For more info go here: http://www.chowkids.org/.
We got back to roaming the streets again, had a tea break, found interesting characters and stuffs and finally head home. Chow Kit Road is not notorious as we thought, rather it was an easygoing, cosy and friendly neighborhood. Through my lens, that is.
The Soda Can Tab Artist.
“I’m a watch seller, but do you see any watches around?”
“Don’t ask me what I’m doing and why I do it. I don’t know and I don’t care to know. I just do it!”
He will stop the chain once the length reaches Sogo from the start of Chow Kit Road.
Time for a cup of tea.