It was Thursday evening and I just finished packing for my
trip. This is the first time I had to think really hard about my packing list
as I am going on a business as well as holiday with only hand language. Not a
task I am used to, I am really not a fashonista and always take my usual
clothes with me, but with work involved, that wasn’t really possible and I had
to adjust a bit. With a few tips from my sister and housemate I made up my mind
and was read y to go.
Work had booked an overnight flight directly to KL and a
great seat with plenty of leg room and a free seat next to me (not that they
would’ve known that when they booked).
Upon arrival a taxi driver was waiting for me (luxus!) and
we started together a 1 and half hour journey to the Hotel which is located in the
CBD of KL. As you can imagine I was pretty tired from the flight and the last
thing I wanted to do was entertaining the driver. He was really nice, but after
30 minutes of small talks I just wanted to watch the passing scenery and see
how much I still can remember and dive into the memory lane. Not only was I
thinking of Malaysia but my trip to SE Asia in general. I am still (and maybe
more than ever) fascinated by the cities, may it be Singapore, KL or other
cities that drive to develop as quick as possible and make a change to the
world. You can decide for yourself if for the better or worse.
Getting back to topic, the driver unfortunately didn’t stop
talking and avoiding to be rude I kept the conversation up, though just to a
minimum. I felt sorry, because I am sure he must have felt that I wasn’t in the
mood and yet he didn’t stop.
