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| Kuala
Lumpur |
December
10, 2002 |
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| :: Asian
Tiger Syndrome ::
Malaysia
suffers from severe Asian Tiger Syndrome.
I suppose background is in order: During
the late 1980s, following Japan’s
meteoric rise in status to economic
powerhouse, the remainder of Asia sought
desperately to follow in her shining
footsteps. The emerging economic powers
of Southeast Asia, buoyed by Japan’s
rise, were dubbed the “Asian Tigers.”
These nations became, in effect, an
extension of the Japanese workforce,
or more specifically, their factories
– importing Japanese know-how,
technology and styles of management
and exporting semiconductors, chips
and televisions.
Malaysia
was one of these Tiger nations. Though
often under the shadow of Singapore,
Malaysia quickly developed an educated
and skilled workforce that was ready
and fit to the task of being technology
factory to the world. But something
happened on the way to riches. Japan's
economy faltered and economic crisis
spread throughout Asia. By 1997, at
the height of the Asian economic crisis,
these once ready-to-pounce Asian Tigers
were facing massive withdraws of foreign
funds, currency devaluation, deep recessions
and inflation. The Asian Tigers were
little more now than troubled developing
nations.
Malaysia
and her sister Tigers had to regroup
and retrench. For most Asian nations,
this meant reassessing economic growth,
settling their currencies, and accepting
more conservative development plans.
For Malaysia, having tasted the first-world
and anxious to get back, this crisis
called for more aggressive growth in
order to outpace other Asian nations
and to lure foreign investment back.
In the past 5 years, retail space in
Kuala Lumpur has doubled to 40 million
sq ft. Convention centers and luxury
hotels are being raised with near-reckless
abandon. The country inaugurated the
Malaysia Grand Prix after winning a
spot on the professional world racing
circuit. In fact, throughout Malaysia,
you see evidence of the country’s
boundless ambitions: world-class airports
overbuilt to twice the number of terminals
needed, the world’s tallest building
(to this day never once fully occupied),
entire islands turned into world-class
resorts. And then – there is the
money. (see following table). Malaysia
is so eager to prove itself, to elevate
its stature on the world stage and to
demonstrate its technological and economic
prowess that, while other countries
depict presidents and dignitaries on
their currency, Malaysia has chosen
to depict its technological accomplishments.
You go girl.
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Ringgit Note |
10
Ringgit Note |
5
Ringgit Note |
2
Ringgit Note |
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Oil Drilling Platform
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Malaysia Airlines Plane; Cargo Ship;
Airport Commuter Train
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Petronas Towers;
KL Airport
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The Menara Tower in KL; Malaysian satellite
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| Cameron
Highlands |
January
14, 2003 |
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| :: The
Friends We Keep ::
The
best part about travel is the people
you meet. Over a week or even a few
days, you can come to know someone incredibly
well if you spend every waking hour
of the day together. Think of it –
in a week, you can easily spend over
100 hours in the company of another
traveler, chatting about journeys and
histories and life and nonsense. Back
at home, it’s hard to log that
much time with close friends in half
a year or even a year.
The
worst part about travel is sometimes
moving on, saying goodbye to newly-made
friends, parting ways and knowing that
you may never see each other again.
The intensity of the bond dies without
a mutual history – the years of
acquaintance and witness to personal
growth that makes people proper mates.
Geography compounds the problem.
But
still you do it. You meet people, and
gravitate toward those that share similar
interests, humor or just destination.
You stay longer with those you like,
maybe even changing itineraries to buy
more time. But, inevitably, you part,
go your separate ways, and in time (maybe
just hours) do it again.
I
grow more skeptical about those I meet,
less confident in the potential longevity
of the friendship, but once overcome,
am no less saddened to see them go.
It doesn’t get easier. The life
experience is supposed to harden you
to loss, but I suppose it really just
depends on the emotional investment
made. I’d hate to think that I
may become more risk-averse and stop
investing in these high-risk friendships.
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