Of course this is an exaggeration (not all roads led to Rome, even in its heyday). But this was the base terminal from which many express buses from all over the country operated.
During the 4 years of my studies at UM (1975-79), I called at this “mother-of-all-bus-terminals” at least 2 dozen times, as I travelled between Kuala Lumpur, and home in Penang.
Back then, it was already a hive of hyper-activity. The upper floor which housed numerous ticketing booths and eating spots was always swarming with travellers of all shapes, sizes and colours, as well as hordes of bus touts crying aloud the names of almost every major town in Peninsula Malaysia.
The lower floor roared with high decibels of engine noise and fumed with diesel smoke from the arriving and departing buses.
Those were the days – I have not been back there since 1980.