Malaysia: Road trippin'

The Malaysian Formula One Grand Prix is just one of Kuala Lumpur's attractions. Photo / Getty Images

With more than 70 tropical islands, highland resorts, an intoxicating mix of cultures and one of the most user-friendly capital cities in Asia, I feel I have every right to ask myself what the bloody hell am I doing being driven up a nondescript jungle road minutes from Kuala Lumpur, being feasted on by sparrow-sized mosquitoes, all in a Malaysian sports car that was the brainchild of a Lebanese-Australian.

Yes, there is Pulau Tioman - an almost unspoiled piece of paradise - beckoning off the east coast, Portuguese-inspired Malacca to the south, the British colonial vestiges of Georgetown, Penang to the north and the shopping mecca of KL just behind us. However, I'm riding shotgun in a Bufori with a writer from Top Gear magazine, who has hijacked this trip and turned it into a petrol-sniffer's Shangri-La.

I'd like to stay bitter but I can't because, a) I've spent my time in Malaysia as a backpacker in what seems like the distant past, and b) it gives me the opportunity to meet one of the more fascinating human beings I've encountered.

Gerry Khouri, brought up in Sydney's west and the son of Lebanese immigrants, was inspired by 1930s American coupes such as the Packard and built himself a car that essentially paid homage to that era.

His brothers, Anthony and George, were impressed enough to order a couple themselves.

"It took 16 years for them to get their cars," Khouri says. "Every time I started a car somebody would express interest in buying them."

And so Bufori, a meaningless name, was born. In 1998 production shifted to Kepong, a suburb of KL with few redeeming features. In fact, the drive to Bufori HQ takes you down a boulevard of broken cars that highlights the incongruity of having a luxury sports car - the Bufori La Joya MkIII costs about US$250,000 ($380,000) - operation in such surroundings.

To be blunt, the car doesn't interest me much. Unless they have a number on the livery and are capable of putting their drivers through extreme G-forces, cars for me have always been nothing more than the means to an end-point of a journey.

But Khouri almost has me converted. He's part raconteur, part spruiker and, yes, part used-car salesman, but his enthusiasm for his product is both genuine and infectious.

I'm pretty sure I'd never buy this handmade ode to excess, but I'm happy to know the leather for the upholstery (200 different, fully impregnated colours) came from "cows that had lived a happy life".

I'm not even really sure what he means when he says "the invisible is just as beautiful as the visible" on the Bufori, but I'm willing to believe him.