adventures abroad, travel

Day 10: (Port Kelang) Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

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. ❤️

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Birthday sidebar

So tied up in the last minute hoopla, I thought for a moment that I’d missed it. 😳

But I didn’t. 

This is for my good friend: fellow survivor of work insanity, man of faith and music, tennis enthusiast, blogger, poet, collector of mostly-unread books, sometime hiker,  frequent dreamer of oft-nostalgic dreams, and possibly future owner of a general store. 🙂

Best as always to you and yours, and very happy birthday wishes today! 🎂

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Invisible strings

This looks familiar,
Vaguely familiar…

I spent the weekend at a reunion – if you can call a first-time meeting a reunion. But in this world of online connections, these people who came together to bring and receive Christmas cheer have become something more. A mini-tribe, as it were. It’s hard to believe that 8 months ago, we were all strangers. Continue reading “Invisible strings”

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The un-hostess

My friend L. is a natural hostess. She is the queen of events, whatever the event. A birthday, an anniversary, a graduation. She does not just think about what a great idea it would be to have a party. She has one.  Her house is perfect for hostessing, and I’ve never been there and not seen it looking, well, sort of perfect.

And even when everyone involved has agreed that it will be just a simple, no-muss-no-fuss affair, she turns it into something special. She’s the person who can throw some corn chips and hummus on a platter and have it look festive, instead of like a pile of corn chips and hummus thrown on a platter. And there’s always, always, too much food, and it’s all always splendid. She is an absolute wonder.

Me? I am not a natural hostess. At. All. Continue reading “The un-hostess”