I was conflicted about the end of our time in Kuala Lumpur. On the one hand, we’d seen so much and absolutely fell in love with the city but on the other, there was still so much left to see.
Day two in Kuala Lumpur had us back on our regularly scheduled program: we were up early and swiftly getting our day started. We had big plans, after all.
I’ve always wondered what it would take to be at peace with slowing down and sleeping in, and I finally have my answer: 23 hours of flights in two and a half days.
I know. I know. I hope it’s worth the wait (…at least a little).
I don’t hate many things. Hate is generally a wasteful emotion. I hate debarkation. I hate the rush. I hate the downtrodden energy. I hate that we have to leave. I always hate that we have to leave because if you gave me a choice between being at home or being on a cruise ship, Read more
