Kuala Lumpur International Airport
And yet, nothing seems to have changed. The culture shock. The squatting toilets. The head scarves on women. The freakishly pale sales ladies. Even the sleazy locals, are still here!
Unfortunately, my journey here was not as smooth as before. First of all, I came here by myself. In fact, I was the last of my family to get here (final exams). A huge snowstorm delayed my flight from New York to Stockholm. And then Stockholm to KL got delayed. Which means, to get to Kota Kinabalu, my final destination and motherland, was delayed as well. This is why, I am now gleefully surfing the internet on my MacBook at the KL International Airport as I wait for the next transfer flight.
You win some, you lose some.
I don't know what it is about traveling that gets your creative juices flowing once again. It really puts the punch back into writing, for me. To be honest, I haven't been in the writing mood, as of late. You can tell from my empty-sounding entries and lack of inspiration. As soon as I got to the airport, though, the opinions and observations just kept coming. So, hopefully this will be the start of a new year: a revival of le blog.