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The plan was simple: get the super affordable MyCity Pass (RM6 per person), hop on and off the trains, maybe stop by a museum, check out Central Market, grab lunch at a cute café in Petaling Street, and basically play tourist in KL. Sounds fun, right? Yeah… that was before reality hit.

See, my son loves trains and buses. If he had it his way, we’d be looping the entire transit system from sunrise to midnight. So I figured, why not make it a whole adventure? Plus, the RapidKL x Mechamato campaign made sure we’d have to ride at least three different train lines to collect our Mechamato passports and claim the Mecha Train. Challenge accepted.

We kicked off at Glenmarie Station on the Kelana Jaya Line, got our passes, and then made our way to Kelana Jaya to collect the passport. And that’s when things took a turn—because the queue was growing by the second. Within half an hour, it had wrapped around the station like a New Year’s dragon dance. What an apt way to celebrate CNY.

At that point, I knew my dream of leisurely sightseeing was over. No museums. No Central Market. No fancy café lunch. Just pure, unfiltered train-hopping madness.

The Great Mecha Train Hunt As Done By Us:

The route we took.

1️⃣ LRT Kelana Jaya → LRT Taman Jaya → LRT Bangsar →LRT KL Sentral (transit to Monorail Line)
2️⃣ Monorail KL Sentral → Monorail Hang Tuah → Monorail Bukit Bintang → Monorail Bukit Nanas → Monorail Titiwangsa (transit to MRT Line)
3️⃣ Titiwangsa MRT → Chan Sow Lin MRT (transit to Ampang Line)
4️⃣ LRT Chan Sow Lin → LRT Maluri → LRT Ampang → Back to LRT Maluri (transit to LRT Kelana Jaya Line)
5️⃣ LRT Maluri → LRT Ampang Park (Final Stamp, Victory Achieved!)

By the time we got our last stamp and redeemed the Mecha Train, it was 3PM, my feet were screaming, and my original plan was officially dead. No sightseeing, no chill lunch—just two tired humans and two Mecha Train souvenirs.

At that point, we dragged ourselves back on the LRT to KLCC to wait for my husband. Honestly, I was just glad I didn’t have to walk anymore (or so we thought).

At that point, we dragged ourselves back on the LRT to KLCC to wait for my husband… or so I thought. Turns out, after a full day of train-hopping, we somehow still had the energy to walk around KLCC. And because that wasn’t enough, we then drove to Bukit Bintang for dinner at Arab Street. So much for giving my feet a break—pretty sure they’re filing a complaint against me. I’ll be sharing about the Arab Street in another post.

Moral of the story? Trains are fun. Queues are wild. And always, always wear comfy shoes.

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