There are plastic concertina doors on the bathrooms, conveniently translucent enough to serve us as a nightlight in our budget room. Our tummies are full, our packs are strewn about, our kids are sleeping under the ticking fans. I’m listening to the sounds of the street, the chatter of the hostel staff up and down the stairs.
So, what’s it like to be back in Asia??
There are rules!
There are questions. Who is the eldest?? How many boys??
There are silly shoes
There is, of course, such wonderful food.
There is plumbing-as-afterthought
There is Chris wrangling his Bahasa Malay from the recesses of his mind and managing to get it out in the right order…..and getting his wheelchair-heaving fitness back.
There is our first breakfast, now a Malaysian family tradition, roti canai and kopi. Sweet and strong. We always enjoy the first few days of Malaysian coffee, then our internal sugar saturation point is reached, and we revert to making our own. A months worth of sugar in three days…mmmmm! And look at this lovely flakey hot roti!
And plenty of bizarre foods as well
There is the heat, the stickiness of the baby against me. There’s no need for moisturiser.
We had a commitment in Kota Kinabalu, so decided to stay in beautiful Borneo for a month. Stay tuned for Orang Utan pictures!! It’s good to be back!