No More Good Hair Days...

As I disembarked from the plane I realised I was kissing goodbye another good hair day for at least a week..  It was 9pm at night, they are in the middle of monsoon weather (and believe me the rain was torrential last night) and even that late it was 34 degrees with over 80% humidity (bad hair day = ever tried having lots of, very fine curly hair in high humididty - not going to work).

Welcome to Malasyia!

I surprised myself.  Everyone knows I am very capable and independent but I have to say, when we go on holidays I leave EVERYTHING to my husband.  He says "where do you want to go?". We talk about it, decide and then hey presto.  I just pack and rock on up to the airport, flash my passport and get on a plane..  Not this time! I planned the whole trip (with assistance from a travel agent via work) and managed to navigate Kuala Lumpur airport, jump on the sky train, get through customs (here's a tip: if you have permanent french nails they cannot biometrics test you - i.e. record your fingers prints, something to do with the white tips interfering with the technology..  I passed through uneventfully), jump in a cab and arrived at the hotel just after 10pm. 

Hotel is just lovely!  It is now 6.20am and I am wide awake (9.20am to me) so I am sitting her writing this blog wondering what I will do till Kuala Lumpur wakes up on a Sunday (things open at 10am).  I do know when it does wake up I will be hitting the shopping centre attached to the hotel - over 700 stores...  Paradise and definitely the right hotel for me to be staying in.