I arrived in KL last night, and was promptly escorted by Aunty Sui Laun, Uncle Hak Ngee and Yee Hu, the whole bunch. Although I was appreciative of saving a potentially expensive cab ride, I was worried about their driving all the way into the city just to drop us 20 min. later at our hotel. I needn’t have worried.
Not only did they bring us to our hotel, but up to our room. (No, we don’t mind sharing a bed.) They gave us a bag of waters and crackers, and then took us out to dinner. It was great to see Yee Hu again, who was the first cousin I met when he came to the states back in 2001 when I was in high school. He still remembers how I took him out to the cranberry bogs in Rochester to visit my friend James, where he asked, “This place…no electricity?” due to the scarcity of street lights.
It was great to see them. They are lovely and warm and friendly, and some of my favorite family on this side of the world. But the joy of having this day to wake up and do as I please is immeasurable.
I suppose that a country with lots of family isn’t the best match for my first attempt at backpacking.
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