The port where we’ve docked is a good hour from Kuala Lumpur proper, so there’s ample opportunity to nod off en route.￼
But I wake up in time to see the city, the old train station, the national mosque, the war memorial and museum visit. And of course, to see the towers.
(G had already done this tour, so he really didn’t need to come do it again. But I’m on it, so he signed up again. Did I mention, likes me lilbit? – More than a little, and a lot more than like, he says.)
As usual, because of the long ride and the full itinerary, everything we stop to do is a big rush.
Back on board the ship, we head to our cabins – no socializing this afternoon … It’s packing night. I’m carrying off (which I debate briefly but ultimately decide is the only way I’m getting everything off the ship). I get squared away, showered and dressed for dinner, when G calls to say that T has invited everyone to come down and meet for drinks before dinner.
I buy everyone a round, and we all have a great time hanging out.
Then we go for a final dinner (or is it last supper?) The one that seems less “forever.”
Afterward we all go to the last show which is really quite awful but none of us is willing to leave the group to skip out.
Finally that torture ends, and we say our goodbyes, give hugs, and surprisingly manage not to cry all over each other.
Because all these initials I’ve been using don’t do them justice: Trudy, Greg, Viviana, Andy, Patricia, Suzanne. May we all meet again. ❤️