My final destination? Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
From the minute I approached the gate, I felt like I was living in a dream. The spell only deepened as I settled into the 747 and drifted off into a fitful 11-hour sleep session.
During the entire flight, even in my dreams, I felt distracted, disoriented and slightly discombubolated.
But I guess that is just how it feels when your dreams are coming true.
As soon as I got to my gate in Seattle, I felt like I was in a different world. I was the only non-Asian in sight, and the air was filled with the sound of foreign tongues.
Snacks for the trip. As usual, I consumed them all within the first half-hour of the flight.
Old-fashioned airplane food!! The meal itself was pretty awful, but the cute little green dishes captivated me. Green spoon, fork and knife too!
Here I am. This is really happening!
^ My seat for the transoceanic flight was typically small and cramped. I still managed to sleep for hours, and reset my Circadian rhythm to Malaysia time.
My gate in the Tawain airport had turquoise floors and brilliant sunshine.
^ My first sight of Malaysia. And look who is here to greet me...the Kelantan River! I recognized it right away by its muddy color and the distinctive hairpin bend, and felt welcomed by its friendly face. Hello, little country!
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I've gathered up all my stories from my southeast Asian travels and published them in a new feature called Me in Malaysia. To find these tales of my amazing adventures, go here: