Late in the evening, we were back in Kuala Lumpur. I resolved to take a cab but D. was insistent we try out the train. We found the train - the subway going from Masid Jamek to KLCC. We saw the “majestic” Petronas Towers up close at night, lined with bright white light, like a building laced all around with giant, sparkling silver bracelets.
We went to Suria Mall again. We managed to get some pasalubong, postcards, and a delicious roti bread from a store called Roti Boy. So that’s where that overpowering baking-bread smell comes from.
One of the disappointments we had in Malaysia, was our failure to try the fish head curry. But the equally unforgettable chicken rice, which we had that night, was more than a consolation.
The 720am flight back to Clark airfield in Manila had many Filipino passengers. We saw an acquaintance we made in Singapore, a newly-married couple who brought their 1 year old. They also went to Malaysia and Singapore. I couldn’t forget the chocolate bars they gave us during the bus ride from Singapore to KL.
On the KLIA airport, something very different reminded us that we were on a flight back to the Philippines. In front of the gate for the flight to Penang was an orderly line. In front of the gate for the flight to the Philippines were a lot of people huddled in a mess as though the gate was the SM Megamall entrance during opening time. We heard the Air Asia flight attendant let out an “Oh my god.”
We really were on the way home.
I remember the day we paid the tickets for the KL/Singapore trip. I sent D. a text message:
Let’s just go, unafraid of where our dreams, where the wind would take us. We are, after all, riding in an air of bliss. Let’s live, laugh, love, dine, walk the walks and have our own stories of adventures and misadventures to put our grandchildren to sleep. And it won’t just be a conventional package tour. We will remember, one day, how we made each other’s life --- truly a blissful trip.
We went to Suria Mall again. We managed to get some pasalubong, postcards, and a delicious roti bread from a store called Roti Boy. So that’s where that overpowering baking-bread smell comes from.
One of the disappointments we had in Malaysia, was our failure to try the fish head curry. But the equally unforgettable chicken rice, which we had that night, was more than a consolation.
The 720am flight back to Clark airfield in Manila had many Filipino passengers. We saw an acquaintance we made in Singapore, a newly-married couple who brought their 1 year old. They also went to Malaysia and Singapore. I couldn’t forget the chocolate bars they gave us during the bus ride from Singapore to KL.
On the KLIA airport, something very different reminded us that we were on a flight back to the Philippines. In front of the gate for the flight to Penang was an orderly line. In front of the gate for the flight to the Philippines were a lot of people huddled in a mess as though the gate was the SM Megamall entrance during opening time. We heard the Air Asia flight attendant let out an “Oh my god.”
We really were on the way home.
I remember the day we paid the tickets for the KL/Singapore trip. I sent D. a text message:
Let’s just go, unafraid of where our dreams, where the wind would take us. We are, after all, riding in an air of bliss. Let’s live, laugh, love, dine, walk the walks and have our own stories of adventures and misadventures to put our grandchildren to sleep. And it won’t just be a conventional package tour. We will remember, one day, how we made each other’s life --- truly a blissful trip.
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