And so I was back in Malaysia, after the worse flight of my life turbulence-wise. It was like King Kong was trying to shake us out of the sky. Maybe it was a space lizard?
The leaving of Hong Kong was fun, with drinks on Friday night. I put in a request for the next job that comes up at Ink Hong Kong so perhaps I will be back there one day.
It’s strange being back in KL. In one way it’s comforting because there’s something so easy about southeast Asia – the sunshine, the prices, the fantastically interesting culture – but I’m writing this in the hostel we first stayed when we got to KL in May – the place I wrote my first blog almost nine months ago – and I do feel sad about the way things have turned out, and that my trip is almost over.
Still, I have a little while left and I’m going to make the most of it. Working on a piece on KL today, and then tomorrow off to Malacca for Chinese New Year and to hit the beach. And wherever God closes a door somewhere he opens a window, blah blah blah.
