Killing time in Kuala Lumpur
It was a teary morning at the airport on Tuesday as we waved goodbye to a portion of the Swedish side of our family.
Flight number one was a measly two hours and forty minutes (but with a loudly snoring man) to London Heathrow where we drank our weight (not really, Mum) in London Pride and Guinness, ate a super overpriced lunch and sat around for six hours.
Next up was a solid 11 hours to Hong Kong where, it seems, there are no showers.
I’m proud to report I only cried once on the plane and I mostly hid it in Felix’s hair.
Contorting our bodies into achy, achy pretzels, we managed to sleep about three hours, feeling alert – though perhaps not refreshed – for a nutritious breakfast of something pretending to be scrambled eggs.
Battling dry mouth and a nervous twitch, I stumped to the bathroom and scrubbed my face down to the bone, trying to eliminate the aeroplane from my pores.
Having forgotten to pack a change of clothes in my handluggage, I chose option B, desperately trying to hide from other bathroom-goers while dabbing at my armpits with wet paper towel.
Emerging from the bathroom, bloody and limping, I felt a dizzying sense of hygienic success and took a photograph of a pack of ladies taking a selfie to celebrate.
And then we got back on the plane.
Four hours (and some very drunken antics by the lady across the aisle) later, we were landing in Kuala Lumpur.
We handed over our biometric data, blearily collected our luggage and were met by Felix’s relatives.
Whisked away to their gorgeous, Balinese-themed villa in the Bangsar district of KL, we were in heaven.
An excellent dinner and more than a couple of glasses of wine took us to midnight without a hint of jetlag raising its ugly head.
We awoke to one of the most beautiful views I’ve ever opened my sleepy eyes to.
We ate an incredible breakfast of Roti Canai (light naan-like bread dipped in dal and spicy fish curry).
Three cups of chai, five serves of bread and curry and dal for all three of us cost a paltry $4.50AUD.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
Next was a swim in our hosts’ pool which was my first time in outdoor water for eight months. It was the longest I’ve gone in my life without a splash in the sun, and it was broken by an idyllic dip in a heavenly infinity pool.
And then LUNCH.
We drove around town looking at the monuments for awhile and then it was time for yet another swim.
Now it’s off to dinner for a seafood feast, and another plane early tomorrow morning for the real trip back to Oz.
To say I’m excited is a gross understatement but we absolutely have to come back to KL. One day was not enough.