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Why Zebra Crossings Are Just Road Art Here

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Why Zebra Crossings Are Just Road Art Here In theory, a zebra crossing is a very simple concept. The car stops. The human walks. Nobody dies. Everyone goes home happy. In Malaysia, a zebra crossing is not a traffic rule. It is road decoration . It is street art. It is a suggestion. It is a place where pedestrians stand at the side of the road and question their life decisions while cars fly past like they are qualifying for Sepang Circuit. You can stand at a zebra crossing in Malaysia wearing bright red shirt, waving your hands, making eye contact, holding a child, holding groceries, holding your own hopes and dreams — and cars will still pass you like you are invisible. Then one kind driver stops. You feel grateful. You feel emotional. You feel like hugging him. The car behind him honks like he just committed a crime against humanity. How dare you stop for a pedestrian? This is Malaysia. We stop for toll. We stop for traffic light. We stop for police roadblock. Pede...

Pedestrian Bridges Nobody Uses: A Malaysian Story

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Pedestrian Bridges Nobody Uses: A Malaysian Story There is a very unique structure you can find all over Malaysia. Tall. Expensive. Usually painted in bright colors. Comes with stairs that feel like you are climbing Genting Highlands. Sometimes got roof, sometimes don’t. Sometimes got lift, but the lift rosak since 2014. Yes. The pedestrian bridge. The government builds it. The pedestrians ignore it. And cars continue driving like Formula 1 below. Welcome to one of Malaysia’s greatest urban design mysteries: Why build pedestrian bridges if nobody wants to use them? Let me describe the typical Malaysian pedestrian bridge experience. You want to cross the road. The shop you want is right there. You can see it. Maybe 20 meters away. But the pedestrian bridge? 120 meters away. With 35 stairs up, then walk across, then 35 stairs down. In Malaysian weather. 34°C. 90% humidity. You reach the other side already sweating like you ran marathon. So what do people do? They look l...