The first thing one notices as they descend from the clouds into Malaysia’s lush and seemingly never-ending flow of green palms is the rolling hills with periodic veins of exposed limestone laying bear hundreds of millions of years of nature’s fits and starts. Lone roads both dirt and paved weave their way through the planted rows of planted Oil Palms plantations that rolls across the landscape as far as the eye can see.
The Malay peninsula descends downwards from the Southeast Mainland with Indonesia’s Island of Sumatra and the Straits of Malacca as the only separator from the Bay of Bengal’s ill tempered seas. To its right you can find a long swath of the South China Sea laid bare between it and the far flung East Malaysian states of Sabah and Sarawak on Borneo.
Amongst the green hills are temples of the Indian population with rooftops layered with the pantheon of ever watchful Hindu gods in colors of green, purple, blues, yellows, juxtaposed with the incense ladened Chinese, Burmese, or Thai Buddhist or Daoist temples heavy with dark reds and gold as the dominate colors.
The austerity of the Islamic faith is no less devoid of color or beauty with their attention being expressed to the eye in the desire for the clean line and geometric patterns ever present in the glimmering qubbas or domes ascending to the sky that dot the landscape. The call of daily prayer can be heard echoing from the spired minarets throughout the Malaysian’s rural and urban landscapes.